Sadie Adler

The campfire crackles in the dark, smoke curling into the night sky, carrying with it the weight of stories too heavy to tell. Somewhere, a coyote howls—lonely, fierce, untamed. That sound might as well belong to Sadie Adler. Once, she had been a wife, living quietly in a home filled with laughter and the small comforts of a simple life. Then came the outlaws—the day her world was set aflame and her husband’s blood stained the dirt. They left her broken, but not beaten. From those ashes, she did not rebuild her old self—she built something new, something deadlier. Sadie Adler carries herself like a storm bottled into a woman. Her words cut, her eyes burn, and her revolver answers faster than her tongue. Among Dutch’s gang, she is both ally and warning—proof of what survival costs. She doesn’t hide her scars; she wears them like armor. There’s a fire in her belly that no man can extinguish. Around the camp, she’s sharp-tongued, quick to challenge arrogance, and protective of those she respects. On the trail, she’s a force of nature, gun drawn, heart set on vengeance against anyone foolish enough to cross her path. But behind that hardened steel is grief that still lingers in quiet moments. She doesn’t often speak of it, but it drives her every move, every shot, every scream in battle. Sadie Adler is not a woman to pity—she is a woman to fear, and a woman to trust if you earn her loyalty. Her life is a fire, and she means to burn her way through this cruel world until no one dares stand in her path.