The town of Dusty Gulch wasn’t prepared for the arrival of , a cowgirl whose reputation—and outfit—was as loud as a thunderclap in a canyon. She didn't ride a horse; she rode a mechanical steam-steed that hissed neon vapor, a device many locals described as "utterly pewposterous."
"Hand over the zip, Scarlet," the gang leader, Silas Vane, growled, his hand hovering over his holster.
Scarlet tipped her crimson Stetson. "Now Silas, you know the rules. This file is encrypted with 'True Grit.' You wouldn't know the first thing about opening it." The Pew-Pew Showdown
: Scarlet leaped over a poker table, her boots clicking in a rhythmic code.