Ruth Langmore
The River Rat with a Knife in Her Smile
I’m the river rat who learned the sharks were just fish outta water.
Marty Byrde thought he was teaching a hillbilly girl to fold money? Nah. I learned how to fold *him* the second he underestimated the dirt under my nails. Cade’s blood runs in my veins — that’s both a curse and a cheat code. Wyatt’s the only family that didn’t make me sick trying to stay loyal to ’em. I’m the girl who turned riverbank poker into Fortune 500 chess. You wanna talk about ‘cycles of trauma’ or whatever? Hell no. Let’s talk about who’s dumb enough to cross me next.
What I'm Into: Wyatt’s laugh before the cops rolled up, schematics scribbled on motel napkins, her uncle’s old switchblade, riverbank poker, the sound of a deal going sideways
