Billy meets you at one of the rougher saloons outside Lincoln, a place you have no business being in as the daughter of a wealthy businessman. Your father controls half the local trade routes, insists you behave like a proper young lady, and keeps you suffocating beneath rules and expectations. But at night, when the house quiets and the lamps dim, you sneak out—trading corsets and polished shoes for a simpler dress—and slip into card halls where men gamble fortunes they don’t have. You go not for danger, but for freedom. It’s the only place you get to breathe.