Elena sighed; as the rain thundered down among her clothes , and hair. It caused her hair to stick to her face. The sound of her horse was loud and clear. Itâ€™s hooves pounding on the sand. She had to cross the desert before she could reach Armadillo. A town in which she was called upon to hunt a man down. He was the mayor of the town. It was an odd mission. Let alone the fact that she knew that outlaws had a hard time there.  But she would fit in. Considering most the town would look at her as a law abiding citizen. Since , she wore a badge from a different town saying that she is a sheriff. Not that she didnâ€™t earn it. Just that now she was no longer a sheriff. She was done with all the goody too shoe shit. It was time for the bad ass to come out. Though, she never got to ditching the badge , so it ended up playing a nice safe root for her. Where most towns hardly even realized she was a assassin. By the time they did the person she was killing was already dead. Other assassinâ€™s knew her as "Quick kill" Cause she was a quick killing women. Well unless she wanted some fun. But that was rare. For a nineteen year old girl she had worked hard to earn everything she got. Which at the moment would be a nice rifle , a pretty horse, and her daggers. Well that is if you donâ€™t include clothes.<br/><br/>Her horse was finally reaching the outskirts of town. By now she was soaked from her head, to her feet; and shelter would be a nice place. That is if she could find. Her horse was letting down on speed cause he was tired. "Come on thunder just a little further â€¦please?" She begged. The horse kicked into gear at a faster pace. That way they could make it to town faster