John stepped around the corner.
"What the fuck?" said Sarah.
"You don't think we came her unprepared do you? Maybe it took us a while to get here because we picked some stuff up on the way? I'll be danged if you will get away with this! Get her JOHN!", encouraged Grandpa.
John was standing about six feet away from her. John was dressed in cowboy boots, leather pants, a flannel shirt showing some very deep cleavage, a leather vest and it was top off by a cowboy hat. Ominously, there was a Colt .45 Peacemaker tied down on her right thigh.
"What are you suppose to be a cowgirl? Hmm, yea, cow " said Sarah
"Nope, just one pissed off bitch!" cried John as she hit leather. She pulled the hawgleg in the blink of an eye. With one round fired from the hip, she fanned off another two shots. Three bullets went screaming toward Sarah.
The first bullet went down and to the left, the recoil brought the pistol back and the second bullet sped true, while the third went skyward from the second's recoil. The 255-grain slug slammed into Sarah's chest sending her slamming to the ground. Hydrostatic shock almost collapsed her heart. Almost, it pumped on. The bullet was lodged below her clavicle and to the left. A bad wound, but not fatal in placement, but serious from potential blood loss. She held on to the rock as though life itself depended on it. She was dazed from the bullet knocking her down and hitting the ground. She soon would be in shock from loss of blood.
John pulled back the hammer on the old Colt with her right hand, simultaneously running toward the crumbled from of Sarah on the ground. She stood over Sarah. Sarah was moving her mouth but words were not forth coming. She reminded John of a Carp out of water. She took careful aim. This foul beast was history. Then, then, then, she hesitated. There was a defenseless person lying on the ground. This wasn't a deer to be put out of its misery, this was a human being. A bad person but a human never the less.
Sarah had regain her senses. "No good enough BITCH! I wish.."
At the same moment the pistol twisted in John's hand and it fired. Before Sarah completed her sentence the large slow moving slug from the old Colt slammed directly into ..THE ROCK!
