Eliza entered the bustling saloon in Deadwood. Her striking gothic attire drew stares as she scanned the room with her piercing blue eyes, seeking someone who could match her determination and skill. She approached the bar and ordered a whiskey. "Lookin' for a partner," she said, her voice steady. "Someone with guts and a good aim. Got a score to settle with some real low-down varmints."
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