Mary Anne "Annie" Ogden

“I didn’t know!” she hisses. “Do you think I would have tried to break them up if I did? I mean, I might be a bitch, but I’m not a monster!”

Born May 7, 1842, Chattanooga, TN

Died Sept 4, 1876 (34) Deadwood, SD

Cause of death: Hanging

Life occupation: Nurse

Museum occupation: Sharpshooter mini

Gender: Woman/Sexuality: Pansexual

Kill count: 7

Good memory: Splitting her first bullseye out on the firing range with her father

Bad memory: Skipping town in the dead of night to escape an arranged marriage

Favorite food: Chicken soup

Least favorite food: Raw carrots

Curse of choice: Shit

Biography: Annie Ogden is a cheerful woman with a disposition as fiery as her hair and a past as speckled as her freckled cheeks. She’s clever, self-assured, and stubborn as they come; rumor has it she once beat a trophy head in a staring contest. She firmly believes that a rule is only worth following as long as it helps somebody. Her experience with first aid has made her indispensable to the clumsier residents of the West, and years of experience has honed her instincts to a razor edge - if a bar fight breaks out, she’ll be the first to know, and you had better hope she’s on your side when she does. The speed and accuracy of her mind is only rivaled by her weapon: a Whitworth long range rifle, taken from the corpse of a Confederate sniper.

Out of all the characters I've developed for this little universe, Annie is probably the character who's gone through the most change in the time I've been writing her. She started off as a pretty standard young prairie woman type, a little Laura Ingalls Wilder-esque, but she quickly turned into something more as I wrote more of her dialogue. She has a lot of personality that contradicts itself at times - she's caring, but she's got a temper; she's fiercely protective, but she's reckless; she knows her first aid, but she's an unrepentant murderer. To be honest, the murderer part came very late in her story. At first, she was just 'good with a gun' in a sort of nebulous way. Then, as I was writing the denoument bar scene in promise, the 'last meal' joke sort of wrote itself, and then I asked myself: wait, why on Earth would she have had a last meal? So that's where that part originated. Now, of course, I can't imagine her without a body count. The other fun thing about Annie, as a writer, is that she doesn't regret killing. The last man she killed - and the one she was hanged for murdering - was a wifebeater, so in her eyes, she only gave him what he deserved. She understands why she was hanged for it, and she knows it was a crime, but she didn't regret it then and she definitely doesn't regret it after her museum resurrection.

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