The cigarette burned her throat in that delightful way. The smoke filled her lungs, and slowly, she released it with a contented sigh. June loved watching the sunset. It was a daily ritual of hers. Watching the sky turn pink, the orange sun kiss the lake. It was nice, peaceful, and brought her a nice calm at the end of what was usually a rather hectic day.

June lived on a ranch. A simple small affair, she spent the majority of her day with the horses. Her father oversaw everything, with her mother and siblings filling in to help where they could. As the oldest, a lot of the work fell to June, but she didn't mind. She loved her home, even if she did occasionally dream of bigger and better things.

June exhaled one last cloud of smoke, before flicking her cigarette and going inside. She enjoyed dinner with her family, all of them talking and laughing over each other as they passed around cornbread and stories. Mama was a hell of a cook, despite many lessons, June was all but useless in the kitchen. She was definitely her Daddy's girl. A rancher at heart. Wild and free, just like the horses she so loved.

June excused herself and went upstairs to her room. She was the only sibling who didn't share a room. Perks of being the oldest. Her room was small, but at least it was her's. June wore men's clothing. She couldn't really work in a dress. Today was a pair of blue jeans, and a white shirt, with the top few buttons undone. Black crossback suspenders, worn brown leather boots, and her hat, white and wide brimmed, with a little blue band wrapped around the top. Her long blonde hair was in a single braid down her back, which she worked on untangling as she sat on her little bed. Next, came her boots, along with a satisfied sigh at getting them off. Then her shirt, revealing two perky breasts, capped with tiny pink nipples, and a flat belly, with just the faintest hint of abs from her hard work. She didn't wear a bra, it just got in her way. Her jeans were next, rolling down wide hips and a firm ass. She rode horses for a living, her ass was amazing. She wore simple panties, hiding her unkempt blonde bush and a virgin slit, tiny and pink. She was beautiful. Blue eyes, heart shaped face, tan skin and freckles, she was absolutely gorgeous. Most of the workers on the ranch had tried to go after her at one time or another. But she never showed any interest. She had, higher ambitions for herself.

Well maybe not ambitions. She didn't have any real plans. June was only nineteen after all. She had her whole life to figure things out. But she knew, as much as she loved the ranch, she didn't want to spend the rest of her life there. She wanted to go out and see the world. Travel. Adventure. Nothing specific. Just the vague dreams of a bored teenager. She signed, and pulled on her nightgown, before falling into bed. She'd read awhile, like she did every night. Dime store novels about charming outlaws and dashing lawmen. Then she'd drift off to sleep, her head full of dreams of gunfights and smokey saloons. Just like every other day.

(So, I don't have any real plans for this, or for June. I'm down to go with the flow. If she gets abducted by aliens, I'm down for it. If it's a more classic Western plot, I'm down for it. Though I definitely prefer a weirder West. Undead Nightmare is amazing, and you can totally put zombies in my story. I'm basically limitless. Not interested in scat or older male characters. Otherwise I'm open to everything, be brave and ask me about that weird fucked up thing you like. Priority goes to female characters, but I'm willing to write with anyone if the opener is interesting.

As for the system, I'm most familiar with 5e, but I've also played CoC, which might be a better fit for this. Strong preference for anyone who will play with an actual game system, but I'm down to go rules free too. And yeah, DM me if you're interested)