The Legend of Cody Laine

Cody Laine—smooth as good whiskey, hot as a prairie fire—wasn’t just another pretty face under a dusty brim. She was the storm rolling in over the mesa, the spark in a powder keg, and the leader of the most feared—and most wanted—gang this side of the Rockies:

The Bad Girls.

Cody didn’t ride into towns—she owned them. Men followed her. Women adored her. Lawmen cursed her name with a grudging smile.

But it wasn’t all gold and gunpowder—there was fire in her soul. Some say she was running from a past darker than a desert midnight, others claim she was chasing freedom itself. Every saloon, every dusty main street still carries her legend.

And if you catch a glint of green eyes under a wide-brim hat in the dying light, saddle up or run for cover. Because when Cody Laine rides in, the Bad Girls aren’t far behind—and the night’s about to get real interesting.

Dead or alive? Darling, she’s both.