"Don't you move your foot," Kate pulled out her pistol. She stood up. Her pistol was pointed at the pair. "You and your descendants will be digging holes in this dried, beautiful lake for centuries. Drop your pistols and follow me." Kate pulled a rope out of her pocket, and tied the two's wrists together.
She kept them alive until she was ten miles from God's Thumb.
"I hope you die out here," she spat at their feet. Kissin' Kate Barlow turned around and walked away. Three mares and their riders cantered up beside her. She gracefully leaped onto the saddle, and they rode into the hazy distance.
Kissin' Kate Barlow was at it again. She and her posse stole ten thousand dollars from the Springfield City Bank.
Kate steered her horse towards the dried lake. The sack of loot was knotted onto her leather saddle. Clink, clink. The clinking of the coins sounded like the sweet rattling of Sam's onion cart. Oh, Sam...
"Kate, watch out!" a scratchy voice shouted. Bang! Bang!
Kate dodged two bullets that would've been head shots.
"Aww, come on sheriff! You can shoot better than that!" Kate taunted. Kate reached down to her own holster and took out her gun.
Bang! Got one.
Bang! Got two.
Bull's- eye!
Kate slowed her horse to a stop. She slipped out her lipstick from her vest pocket, and put it on. She bent over the first victim, then kissed his cheek. She leaned towards the second, and kissed his cheek.
"Alright, fellas. Lets head on over to God's Thumb," Kate decided.
When they reached the mountain, Kate said," You stay here while I look for the people I dragged up here."
Kate started to climb. She found the couple dead halfway up the mountain. She kissed the mans cheek, and stomped a muddy footprint on the lady's.
"You kill my Sam, and surely will kill you."