Faith Clearwater 'The Sheriff's Widow'
Faith stands only about 5'3" and often seems smaller enough to be invisible - years of being in the background have made her good at not standing out. When she is noticed she's a fairly good looking girl, perhaps late twenties or early thirties, with long black curly hair and very blue eyes.
She's generally dressed quite plainly, a simple black dress with a leather belt - although she does havemuch nicer clothes left over from the good times in a trunk.
Once people get to know her, which not many do, they find a deeply sarcastic quick tongue hiding behind a pleasant and eager-to-please exterior.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Faith is the Sheriff's widow. Born to a local rancher she married young but never managed to have children. She managed house and taught some school while her husband progressed from cowhand to deputy to sheriff. Known for always getting his man in alive her husband was a man of few words and Faith was not a regular at the tavern so she knew nothing of the outlaws that had set up near her town. In fact, she was the last to know how that story ended. When her husband was being shot by the man with the shot out kneecap she was making bread, when the rest of the possee brought his body back she was darning clothing and when the church bells rang she was taking a mid-afternoon rest. It wasn't until the next day that she learnt her husband had been killed.
The new sheriff tipped his hat and ma'am-ed his way through the conversation, reluctant to tell her the details. She got them in the end though, church gossip, off hand comments when people didn't notice she was there and a drunkard who had been with her husband. Her husband had shot the bandit leader in the knee, expecting the shock to put him down. The man had stood, laughed off the wound, and shot her husband through the heart. Claiming that a gal living on her own needed protection and she wanted something to remember him by, Faith managed to get the new Sheriff to give her her husband's old gun.
The bandit with the shot out knee was going to pay for ruining her marriage. Her husband hadn't told her much, but he had told her one secret about the old rifle he used...
The four of diamonds is a non-descript rifle, the type any two bit smith is capable of making. A poorly fitted - obviously not original - wooden stock and a everyday barrel. Perhaps, if the angle is right, there are etchings down the side of the barrel. Some say so, some so not. Noone ever says they know what the etchings mean though.
Fast though it is, the four of diamonds is no hired killer's weapon. Its no killer's at all weapon, the four can't kill. Aim to wound, aim to wing, aim to scare there's few faster. Aim to kill and it'll bounce off a pendant, buck at the wrong time or jam. Whatever happens, it won't shoot and the attempting assassin will be stood defenseless. Her husband had trusted in his luck, shooting gun hands and feet. Sadly, theres always someone somewhere with enough stamina or plain stubbornness to withstand the wound and fire back.