Daphne Denniston was born on a train passing through New York City. She took her first steps in Central Park and has been on the run ever since. A background check will show past addresses in Connecticut, NYC, Texas, Pennsylvania and California, but ask her where she’s from and she’s just as likely to tell you Montana.

Daphne got a late start robbing banks - but she was a natural. It took a little more prompting for her to start playing her songs for people, but she soon found that writing a good song was almost as satisfying as the feel of cold metal and 45 calibers.

Putting bankrobbing on the backburner, Daphne sold the 34-foot Winnebago, put her guns on lockdown, and started writing songs. So here she is. If she disappears again, look for her in Mexico, with a wide-brimmed hat, a short skirt, and the outline of a gun in her garter, drinking tequila with the locals, and watching the sunset over her fishing boat while the gulls peck at the remains of the day’s deep sea catch.