The hunt
There are countless stories about the Wild West, but this one is written in blood. Sabrina, the tribe’s leader, is on the trail. She is hunting someone—or something, and the tracks lead straight to the tavern. And there she is. Inside, calmly drinking whiskey, sits Ambra: one of the horse thieves responsible for the massacre of Sabrina’s people.
Stolen land, stolen lives. The land itself cries out for vengeance. There will be no negotiations, no mercy. This can only be settled the old way: face to face, to the death. So grab your bow and arrows, pour yourself a drink, because violence is about to erupt. Yee-haw!

The Indian vs the cowgirl
A classic cowboys-versus-Indians showdown explodes between these two women, and neither holds back. Punches to the face and belly, savage chokes, smothers, hair-pulling, scissors—everything a proper tavern catfight demands: raw violence mixed with dangerous sensuality.
And when fists aren’t enough, chaps, shirts, belts, and scarves turn into weapons, improvised tools of domination. Control shifts back and forth, momentum constantly changing. Neither woman backs down. They beat the hell out of each other. Add those delicious camera pans following every impact from every angle and you get something wildly sexy—a frontier fantasy come to life.
You’re witnessing a small masterpiece.

One down… the hunt goes on
What a war. Now it comes down to the knife. Neither surrenders. Neither blinks. One mistake will decide everything. And then it happens. After a brutal struggle, Sabrina takes full control and, with a spectacular choke, sends Ambra to the afterlife. One enemy falls. One debt is paid—but the blood price is far from settled.
The tribe’s vengeance has begun, and the hunt continues.