Name: Abigail Chambers
Occupation: Former Librarian, now Gun-for-Hire in the Old West
Age: 28,  (Born: August 26th, 1852
Sexual Orientation: Straight, some bi-sexuality
Sexual Style: Rough, Submissive
Sexual Likes: oral, doggy-style, anal, rough play.
Sexual Dislikes:  Scat, animals, blood, sharp objects.

Height: 5 feet, 9 inches
Weight: 145 lbs.
Hair: Black, kinky, usually kept in a bun, or under a hat.
Eyes: Smoke grey

  Abigail Chambers is a tall African-American woman who was born in the city of Boston in 1852. A curvy woman fond of weather leather outerwear rather than dresses, she dresses about the same as any man in the West. Her wide-brimmed hat is dusty and has a couple of dents in it, her cowboy boots have the weathered look like she's almost walked from St. Louis to El Paso, rather than taking the Stagecoach. She has a pair of Colt short barrel pistols in a pair of holsters, crisscrossing her hips with one on each side, while the gun she brought into the West - a "Coach gun", is slung across her back in a separate holster...

  Ms Chambers doesn't smile as much as she used to, but occasionally, the smile does make it's way up to her smoky grey eyes, and her full lips may widen, but she rarely shows off her 'pearly whites' anymore.  The West has tempered her enthusiasm a bit, but she is determined to find her way in El Paso.

History/Background:
Abigail was born in the city of Boston on August 26, 1852, to a man who had escaped the South before the war and had earned his manumission papers just two years previous. Abigail, or "Abbie" as her parents called her, was a precocious child,  always getting into things in order to learn. Although her family was poor, they did manage to be able to have her learn to read and write at a young age, and with this in mind, the girl devoured books as fast as she could get her hands on them. She learned English, some Latin, rudimentary math and science...she studied the voyages of the "Great Discoverers" - Columbus, Vespucci, and Champlain, and it triggered a wanderlust in the girl. She wanted to explore...

This bright young girl's dreams came crashing down as she grew older and realised that the World as she knew it was a White Man's paradise. Women were not permitted to vote, and the amount of racism she faced (largely thanks to the local Irish population, who looked at Black people as intruders at best) left her battered, but not broken. She tried on many occasions to show what she was capable of, only to be considered "uppity" and "too smart for her own good".

She managed to find work in her late teens here and there in menial labour, washing clothes or working in affluent Boston homes as a servant. She considered the work demeaning, but necessary if she was going to get anywhere. And the occasion 'attentions' of either the Man of the house or one of the sons, were something else she learned to live with. Some she tolerated, and it was a rarity that a
'tumble' with a white man proved to be anything pleasurable. Thankfully, most of them slipped her a 'gratuity' once in a while that she could save for later.

After what seemed an eternity, she was returning a book to the Boston Library when she met one of the Library heads who was reading about Columbus, a book that she hadn't read before. She questioned the man about the book, what parts of Columbus' life it focused on, and the man couldn't believe that this coloured girl was so knowledgeable on such a man! Although he was reluctant to have Abigail working out front (few would believe a Negro would be so well-spoken, especially a woman) but he permitted her to work in the back and she could take out materials to read, as long as she kept it hidden in her bag. With this, Abigail worked for the Library for three years, accumulating more and more knowledge in several subjects.

But what started to engage the young woman's wanderlust were the 'dime' novels that were coming out regarding tales being told about the West, and that people were heading out there to start new lives. She read about people like Billy the Kid, Jesse James, Sherrif Pat Garret and the James-Younger Gang. The tales seemed far-fetched, but she devoured them much as she had the tales of the Great Explorers. It struck her one day that rather than reading about them, why not head out and live out in the West? There were not many people there, and there was a freer hand out West than there was here. It was rougher there, but you could make your own living however you wanted.

It was February of 1880 when she decided to leave Boston. There was a tearful goodbye as she left, and a collection by the staff resulted in a $50 payment to Ms Chapman, in addition to the money she'd saved the last few years. With another tearful goodbye from her Mother (her father would have nothing to do with the whole idea,
 and had forbade her from leaving at one point, but she snuck out anyway, and began her journey.

It was a week getting from Boston, then to New York, and finally on a train that would take her to St. Louis. In the meantime, she began to change her clothes, going from the hoopskirts she'd hated even as a girl to the jeans and leathers more common in the West. There were stares from some, as she was a woman who wasn't
dressed apppropriately. Others just muttered under their breath. When she arrived in Saint Louis, she purchased the last bits of her leathers, a change of clothes, a pair of cowboy boots, and a small "Coach gun".

After purchasing passage on a Mississippi steamboat in 3rd class, she used her time to practice with the gun, learning to draw it and shoot in one motion. It took the better part of over a week to get it right, but she was confident that she could do it by the time the "Mississippi Queen" docked in New Orleans.

Here, in "Nawleans", life moved at a much different pace, a pace that she begun to like. The only problem was that it was a fast drain on her resources, and she couldn't afford to stay for too long. She booked a stagecoach ride west, and spent most of the journey with a Southern gentleman who called himself Harrison James Guthrie III (At your service...) They rode together, stopping in towns and she found out he was a gambler, one who never stayed long in one place.

       He was also good with a gun, as was proven by an Indian attack on the stagecoach, where they managed to fend off the attackers with their weapons. Being a hero and a Rennaisance Man, she found herself falling for the man, despite her reservations.

But it was a mistake. Despite all that Harrison was, he was also a con man. A few miles east of El Paso at a Stagecoach stop where the coach was changing horses, Harrison disappeared. She searched for him to no avail, later finding out that he'd taken all of her cash save what was on her person. Betrayed, Abigail rode the
rest of the way to El Paso in silence...