The halls of the sand steamer were emptier than they had been before. Vash knew why – a tiny derringer pointed at the throat of the leader of the Bad Lands Gang.
Vash couldn't believe it. He, the feared outlaw, destroyer of cities and untrustworthy criminal, owed his life to the insurance girl.
That annoying, bitchy, persistent short girl had ambushed BDN with the oldest ruse in the book –
And now he owed her one.
He had to pay her back. It grated him to be in debt to someone so irritating.
And yet –
Wouldn't he have done the same?
Damn.