Okay the last chapter did better but we still gotta make it thrive guys! LIVE! LIVE YOU BUGGER!

Marianne glared down the barrel of her gun at the tall leader of Los Duendes. Her finger twitched on the trigger. She knew she couldn't shoot him here. Too many people and if that wasn't enough too many people on his side.

She un-cocked her gun and put it back in her holster. Her dark brown eyes roaming around the room, her horse making for an odd scene in the middle of it. Her hand remained hovering over it still though, wary of anyone near her coming at her with anything resembling a threat.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about them," Bog growled. "This is between us and they know it."

"I don't like an audience when I am about to beat down their boss," she muttered, fingers twitching against the pearl handle of the gun.

Bog looked around, "Everybody OUT!" he shouted to the top of his lungs making everyone flinch and run out the various exits.

"Now, let's settle this like adults," she muttered.

"I won't hold back on you just because you a wee lass," he said unlatching his gun belt from his waist and letting it drop. "But we might as well make this a fair fight. No guns. Just fists."

"Afraid I'm too fast of a draw for you?" she asked with a cocky grin gesturing to his hat.

His face twisted in an angry scowl. "Not in the least but I don't want to have to clean blood off the floor… again," he said, hoping to fluster her fighting spirit.

Marianne gave a grin as she let her own gunbelt drop to the floor as well. "Oh there will be blood," she promised. Bog grinned, it was going to be fun teaching this little lady how right she was.

She dove at him, her immediate display skill a shock to him, as he reeled to counter her strike. His fist caught hers as she swung at him with a still shocking amount of force for a supposed lady. He stepped back and took a better stance as he pushed her tiny little hand back and leaned his giant lanky form over her.

"Not bad, Tough Girl," he said smiling, pushing her back, half expecting her light little frame to fall onto the floorboards. She caught herself and dropped into a similar stance as him.

"Well a lady has to protect herself," Marianne said tossing her hair as if it wasn't pinned by her wide brimmed white hat.

"Ah tough and clever," he said, "Let's see how strong you are."

"Bad enough to take you on, you beanpole," she growled. She dove at him again and barreled into his stomach knocking him into the table with a crash of glass bottles and wood table.

"Ooommfff," he grunted, as the wood broke under his back. He groaned as Marianne shoved herself back and into her fighting stance again.

"Need any help, in here?" he heard Thang shout from outside.

"No!" Bog shouted back at the simpleton.

"You sure about that?" Marianne asked, "As it stands its two to none."

"Oh don't count me out yet. I have been in way tougher fights than this and won."

"You've already underestimated me," Marianne snarled, "You really want to go there again?"

Bog smirked and returned her barrel from earlier, picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder onto the hard stone ground.

"Ohh!" she gasped, the wind being knocked out of her. He smirked over her and she spun knocking her feet out from under him.

Bog let out a yell as his tall form hit the ground with a thud. He glared over at her and she glared back just as vehemently. Their breath was heaving and they could barely move they were exhausted.

"You ass," she gasped.

"Says someone who fights just as bad," he growled back. "What is it you want so bad?"

"I want my mother's necklace," she snarled as they got to their feet. "And all the other possessions of the citizens of Los Duendes." Bog shook his head.

"Why should we humor you?"

Marianne's eyes glassed over, "That necklace is the last thing my sister and I have of our mother."

Bog's face softened, "Alright."

"What?"

"I said alright, Tough Girl, follow me. I'll take you to where we stash the loot and you can get your mother's necklace from there."

Marianne looked at him funny and bent to pick up her gunbelt, as he did the same. They started out of the room and Marianne paused at the door, taking Gunner's reigns in hand. She looked at him and pushed her shockingly short hair behind an ear.

"I'm Marianne, by the way," she said by way of introduction as she let her horse go in the yard that he led them through, knowing the horse would go where the other horses were or just fall asleep where he stood conserving energy.

"Bog," he replied curtly. Marianne pulled a face.

"Bog? What kind of name is that?"

He turned on her his blue eyes flashing, "Mine."

"Oh don't let him fool ya," came a gravelly voice from one of the corridors. Bog groaned audibly in the echoing chambers.

"Mother," he growled at the unseen voice.

"Bog's a big softy. His given name is Branson King but what kinda thief's name is that? So the boys gave him the name Bog for his accent. His father was from Scotland and came out here to ranch. Didn't turn out so well but Branson got his father's brogue."

The stooped old woman hobbled out of her room. "Aren't you a lovely thing," she said smiling up at the concerned Marianne. "She a new member of the gang? I always said you could do with a few more women in that posse."

"No, Mother she is just here to get a necklace."

"Oh! You must be that girl he was going on about from Rio de Hadas? You the one who shot up his hat? Did you miss or were you aiming for it, sweetie?" she asked her questions a mile a minute.

"Uuuhhh Yeah…" Marianne said confused.

"I told you," the stooped Griselda shouted swatting his arm. "Alright you two go on. And keep in mind dearie, there is an opening in the gang if you want to ride for us," she shouted as they continued down into the deeper parts of the old convent.

"There isn't," Bog said quickly.

"I wasn't asking," she said just as quickly.

They got to the door at the bottom of the stairs and Bog placed his hand on the handle, his form ducking so as to not bump his head on the ceiling. "Now you are only to get your mother's necklace, is that understood? The rest is for a… more worthy cause."

"What? Booze and women?" she asked crossing her arms.

Bog flinched and opened the door a crack. "I'd rather not discuss my finances with a goody two shoes little princess," he said. He opened the door and Marianne felt her jaw drop. The room was full of jewelry and money and gold.

"Holy. Shit," she gasped.

Comments? Concerns? Reviews?

tmwillson3: Maybe not but still one hell of a fight.

Guest: Aww 333 that made my century.

NoAverageAngel76: You are too sweet *blush* thank you :) I will let you know when my book comes out :D (First one is poetry but most of my fairy one's will be dedicated to the Strangers :D)

Jellybelly: And let it be glorious haha