Part outlaw, part saloon girl, Sweet Mojave Rain is the toughest little lady this side of the Rockies. She pulls bank heists, communes with the Indians, shoots at lawmen, and brews a mean cup of coffee. The “gentlemen” who have had the pleasure of seeing her preform gave her the name she uses most often. They call her Sweet Mojave Rain because, like her namesake, her appearances are infrequent and announced only by dark clouds on the horizon. When she does show up, she is a welcome repose from the unrelenting monotony of the desert heat. She has faced bar fights, run-ins with mountain lions, a near-hanging, being buried up to her neck in the desert and left to the elements, a rattlesnake bite, and smallpox, and is still no worse for the wear. Her enemies, (which include a law man she seduced, married, and abandoned, naked in the dessert, all because she thought it would be a good bit of fun) claim that Sweet Mojave Rain must have made a pact with the devil, as it is the only way anyone could cause so much trouble without getting what’s coming to her. Those who love her, however, publicly claim that there is a small problem with that theory—The Mojave Kid allows herself to be beholden to no man.
This is a collection of images and other media that capture that can inspire you to be more like her.
