She's a cowgirl, through and through,
And in the Mojave, there are only a few
Able to fit the profile, able to survive,
In the wasteland, it's a miracle to just be alive.
She's a flower in the filth that is her home,
Where there is a fight between California and Rome.
These soldiers she can survive, other traders are the danger,
For this she needs a courier with the talents of a ranger.
She can be helped to fight and get what's hers,
Or maybe it's death that she actually deserves.
Either way fighting her can be quite risky,
Who is this beauty that's a master of whiskey?