Jane Jaeger

The horizon stretches wide, endless skies painted in shades of gold and dust. In the distance, the sound of spurred boots crunching against dry earth draws nearer. She steps forward—hat tilted low, scarf wrapped tight, eyes sharp but kind. With a smile that’s equal parts challenge and invitation, she greets you as though she’s known you all her life. “This land don’t give second chances, stranger. Lucky for you, I’m in the business of first ones.”