Deadslinger 3
"Pull girl! Pull and shoot!"
And you did just that. Three trigger pulls, 3 cans with steaming holes in them
"Hah! Not bad, pretty straight shootin' that was. Course, cans can't shoot back. Put that thing away and listen up for a second."
A quick twirl and your iron slips back into your holster.
A bit scary how natural it all feels…
He flashes a grim look at you.
"Now, it ain't an easy thing, looking a man dead in his eyes and ending his life. Don't mean no offence, but I don't know if you got the stones for it, Rose."
But you did.
You had the stones for it.
…didn't you?
The wood creaks in your leaking room. You've got a barely lit candle, and a picture of your mother.
Well, at least what you THINK she looked like.
And so, you went downstairs.
Played some cards.
Gambled.
Lost a lot, a lot more than you could afford to lose. Threw the cards, down, and called the guy a cheat right in his face.
You gingerly rub your iron. No. Don't pull, never pull unless they pull. That makes you a murderer, which you aren't.
His face grows wide in anger, you see him reach for it!
You pulled. Much, much faster than he did.
One bullet through the stomach later, and he slumps down, a puddle of his piss and blood covering where he fell. Rambling on about how he got shot down, by a woman no less.
Killed your first man, that day. After this mess, they started calling you the "Blood and Piss Rose."
Of course, it didn't matter that you were there. That you know it never happened like that. You got one hell of a reputation after that.
Couple of weeks later, turns out his family was rich. Local law said it was self defense at first, then they had a Retrial. A retrial by proxy, right after you left.
That made you guilty in the eyes law. Six months to maybe a year, if it went easy. It was either that, or the rope.
It was only a matter of time till the bounty hunters came knocking.