Elizabeth Jackson

Elizabeth “Aliza” Jackson was once the pride and fear of the southern territories, a name whispered in saloons and shouted in wanted posters. At thirty, she’d seen enough of gun smoke and blood to know that legends only live long in stories, not in flesh. Known as one of the sharpest shots west of the Mississippi, Aliza carved her name into the pages of outlaw lore during a time when law itself was still learning to walk upright.Now the century’s turning, and the lawmen are catching up. With a bounty heavy enough to feed a town, Aliza rides north, where the snow and silence promise anonymity. Her horse, James, her last friend from the old days, is gone, leaving her to travel on foot and fend for herself. The wilderness is cruel, but men are crueler, and she’s learned to trust one more than the other.Aliza’s quiet, always watching, her face unreadable beneath the shadow of her hat. She has a fondness for animals, wild ones seem more honest than people, and money, if only because it’s the only kind of safety the world still offers her. Survival’s the only law she follows now, and though her legend still rides in stories told around campfires, the woman herself just keeps moving, somewhere beyond the edge of the map.