What causes this cute as a button, freckled, striking copperhead to isolate herself from all human contact and turn to bounty hunting to survive> what secrets and demons keep her on the move riding a big grey mare as her only friend and companion?   He'd never in his born days run into such a persnickety cuss as that freckled venom-packed copperhead, with lips locked up tighter then the Denver Mint and burnt coffee eyes. As fast with her fist as she was with her pistol, Rawley found he'd been on the receiving end of those fists way too often. The kid had survival skills that would put most men to shame. But, he also knew she kept dark secrets hidden behind that masculine façade, what were they?  Fate casts this bounty hunter back into the very town she ran away from nine years ago. And what happens when bullets, dust and words begin flying? So partner, pour a cup of black and bitter, grab a seat and get ready to meet,       Freckled Venom!