Please note: This isn't meant to be a serious story, it's only for a little laugh!
The wind was warm, the sun was burning. Most people were at home to escape the heat. Some were in the salon, having a beer. So was Sofia. She had left her horse in the shade outside of the salon and ordered her favorite beer. Around her people were drinking, talking, playing cards and an old man played the piano. A usual day in the wild west, in the town Sofia considered as her town.
A scream outside got Sofia's attention. She took her glass of beer and walked out of the salon like most people did. Outside on the street was a man all in black. Well known and feared by many people. The heartless Ecklie, a rich rancher who treated his employees like slaves. If they didn't do what he ordered he fired them. He knew no mercy but a lot of ways to punish his people.
It looked like he had found a new victim. A young woman was on the ground, Ecklie above her, a bat in his hand.
"Told you to shut up, Sidle. You can't listen you'll feel." He lifted his hand to slap the woman again with the bat. Everybody knew it was elastic so it would hurt more and not break.
Without hesitation Sofia drew her gun and shot the bat out of his hands. That wasn't a problem for her, she was good with her gun. Her black colt was always on her right hip, swaying sexy when she was walking so that a lot of men turned to watch her walking and all those men who didn't watch her for her sexy swagger knew what she could do with her gun and feared her gun in her hand.
"Don't you dare to slap her again, Ecklie."
"Mind your own business, Curtis. You're not the sheriff."
"You killed the last sheriff, Ecklie."
"Prove it."
"I will one day."
"There's nothing to prove. Get back to your ranch and leave us alone."
"You leave this woman alone."
"Do you think you can tell me what to do?"
"You listen or you and me will have a duel."
"You want to die, Curtis?"
"One day we'll all die." Sofia got on the street, looking straight at Ecklie's face.
"Bitch." Before he could lift his gun Sofia had hers in her hand and shot Ecklie's gun out of his hands. She knew she had hit his hand too, she could see the blood. Pain and anger were in his scream. This sound was pure satisfaction for Sofia.
"Guess today wasn't my day to die." She whistled loud and heard her black horse coming.
"You'll pay for that, Curtis."
"Be glad I shot the gun and not you, Ecklie. Could have aimed a bit more to the left and it wouldn't be the blood of your hand dropping in the sand. Now get out of my face." Sofia got on her horse, rode to the man in black and the woman on the ground.
"I won't forget that, Curtis."
"No need to. I'll remind you the next time we see." She bent down, offered the woman her hand. "Come on."
The brunette took the offered hand and Sofia pulled her on her horse.
"You ever touch her again, Ecklie, I'll let my bullets touch you." With that she gave her horse the sign to gallop away. No need to waste more time with Ecklie.
"Thank you." Sara hold on to Sofia's waist.
"Why do you always get in trouble, Sara?" It wasn't the first time Sara had problems with Ecklie and Sofia was sure, it wasn't the last time.
"I could blame Ecklie and you would believe me."
"But?"
"I can get in trouble because I've you and I know you'll rescue me. No reason not to dare him, tell him the truth to his ugly face."
"I wasted a cold beer because of your trouble."
"I'll make up for that, Sofia."
"You better do." Sofia grinned and felt how Sara's arms tighten around her waist. Yes she knew Sara would make up for that and she would rescue her every time again. That what you were suppose to do when you're a heroine and your lover was in need.