Claire Ackerman is a 30 years old woman from a little village of Wyoming.
The single daughter of Peter Ackerman and Mona Boyle.
German and irish ancestors, but as far as the germans left only a little spermatozoon, she was raised as a catholic girl. "A farmer girl", as she thinks those cloudy mornings, when she looks at the mirror, hating to the haggard blond woman who fights to wake up and keep on surviving another day... more.

Sometimes she thinks she can do just as her father: quit. It's a simple, easy and fast way to solve every problem. He left the farm when she was a little baby and he never sent even a postcard. Bye bye daddy.
But now, how could she run away if she's the problem she wants to quit...

She grew up under the shadow of her stepfather, Jhonn Boyle. A good man.
Rude, cold, but a good man who Mona married to give her daughter a father. With him she learned, always the hard way, to run a farm, dealing with the cattle, to be a good church girl, a woman of law... but she wasn't his daughter, and when Mona had her second child, Jhonn Jr, Claire had the chance to see the difference between a stepfather... and a father. That baby was his own blood, and a boy, and he gave him all the tenderness Claire never had from him. But Jhonn Boyle was a good man.

The farmer girl was a good student."Brilliant", in Mona’s words.
She moved to Sheridan to finish the highschool, living with aunt Lucy, a single cop who made her feel at home while she was there. Despite Lucy’s efforts to make the young Claire desist of becoming a cop, she went to the Department of Criminal Justice of the University of Wyoming. The farmer girl. Brilliant student. Scholarship. One of the firsts of her promotion. And run away.
Far, far from the farm.

When she applied for the NY police, the job was hers. Police academy. Hard training. The farmer girl was an A student, a strong athletic woman. Second of her promotion.

Two years in Narcotics and she became detective. Investigator, as in the movies. The farm girl became a movie star every morning, at the mirror.
Far from the farm, far from Peter, far from Jhonn.

Career, cool newyorker friends, fiance... and then a murder. It was a routine day at the crime scene, but the killer was there. It was the movie star and the killer. And she fired, the movie star cop fired. Bang. The cop won. The farmer girl lost. The victim was the killer. A killer, a father, a son, a human being.
“You shall not murder. The 5th commandment of the law of God, do you remember, Claire?”.
She was a woman of law... outlaw... fucking Jhonn, fucking church.

That was when Jack Daniels replaced fiance, cool friends and career. She left the NY Police. She took a bus to nowhere.
Far, far from the farm, far from herself.