Guts First, Questions Later.
Calamity Jane rode shotgun in a man’s world and never flinched. She wore buckskin, drank hard, shot straight, and cussed louder than most. But under the grit was a deep loyalty to the underdog, the sick, and the broken.
She was wild, yes—but also wildly human. She didn’t play by the rules, but she never forgot her people.
Verdict: SphstRDnck.
Untamed, unfiltered, and unshakably loyal.