the Jesse Janes

Mutually exclusively spawned from the whiskey-nourished seeds of restless and wreckless endangerment, CAJane, JJane, LJane, EJane's paths first crossed in a bedraggled watering hole on the outskirts of CharlesTowne. It was only 5 minutes into reading of the wavering results of the subsequent spittin' contest when tempers flared. Empty bottles turned into broken bottles, broken bottles turned into cut throats, and cut throats resulted in only four (wo)men standing: The Jesse Janes, whose sharpest weapon remain the tongue (and secret-special name-engraved pocket knife-keychains from the Great Smokey Mountains). This quad of clashing, Kentucky, Tennesee, Missouri and South Carolina-bred gals soon joined forces, morphing into a gang of trainrobbin', guitar pickin', gun totin' and all -around bushwhackin' outlaws. Travelin' cross the country, and breakin' hearts at every truckstop this side of the mississippi, the Jesse Janes are most likely spotted near train stations, fireworks stands ( i.e. Nervous Charlie's, Sad Sam's), underground poker/juke joints where the ladies like to tease and entertain their fellow gentlemen racketeers.