- an extremely uncommon phenomenon, and hardly anybody is engaged in the lap of male sheriffs. Intoxicated with absolute impunity and driven by an over-excited mind, Bruiser began to slowly lead his arm around his hip. What was the range of emotions that affected the woman’s face when her hand stopped not somewhere, but on her crotch, and began to rub it with power. Jane felt that she was soaking up there, it seemed to her that she would no longer be able to hold back, and trusted only for a miracle. And the miracle happened.

From the sleepy daze of all brought the voice of Apache:

- Hey, is there someone over ok ...

But he was not destined to finish talking. There was a deafening explosion in the well-established silence, which was nothing but a rifle shot. The wall behind the mestizo instantly stained, and in place of the right eye remained a gaping hole. The finger on the trigger in the death impulse jerked, and the revolver, at that moment, by a lucky chance not directed directly at Bonnie's head, shot at the ceiling, only burning her shoulder, after which the gangster fell heavily on the floor.

Jane and Silent responded very quickly, but the woman was a little faster. While the Mexican pulled his hand out of her shirt, tearing it up and creating a neckline to grab a weapon, the sheriff’s unshackled hand darted behind his back, where a hunting knife was conveniently located in a case. The brigand grabbed a revolver, we must pay tribute to him, but by this time the razor-sharp knife on the handle entered the hollow between the neck and the left clavicle. Blood gurgled in his throat, he began to fall, and a loose hand released a revolver, which Jane deftly picked up. When she bent over, the torn shirt slackened, and her halves parted, and at that moment, those present clearly saw the bare chest of their sheriff, but she did not even notice. The Silent was the slowest, his hand was halfway to the holster, when two red spots bloomed on his chest, between them there were no more than five or six centimeters, and the man slowly slid down the bar counter. In the smoke that shrouded the whole room, people realized that they had witnessed the death of the Gang of Billy.

But Jane perfectly remembered her fourth member, who had not yet revealed her fair face. However, his resounding footsteps were already heard from the second floor. The woman picked up her “Peacemaker”, again flashing with charms, and aimed both trunks at the stairs. None of those present could have imagined how badly she wanted to kill him, and at the same time she was eager to catch him alive. Becoming on one knee, she waited for his appearance. And when at the top there was the sound of breaking glass, her brain realized instantly: the bastard leaves through the window! The sound was from the backyard. Taking off like a sprinter, Jane rushed there through the kitchen and utility rooms.

When she ran out into the street, she saw a motionless, half-naked body on the ground, and Ben Hopkins hung above him, with Winchester in her hand. Seeing his boss, he smiled at her and straightened up.

“He ...” Jane began uncertainly, slowly approaching.

“Off,” Ben assured her, and the sheriff’s face showed emotions that he couldn’t identify. - I, as the puny shot, drove here. You know, in my head it’s stuck that someone will climb through the reverse. So it turned out. I had to move his butt. Hey, what about you with clothes?

- Trivia. One stupid Mexican spread his arms, for which he paid, smiling too, answered Jane and thrust her revolver into a holster, and threw a stranger on the ground.

- Sorry. I should have appeared earlier.- His forehead pierced with angry wrinkles. - Versil lucky that he is already dead. Otherwise, I would ...

“Oh, shut up, D” Artanyan is homegrown! ”Jane laughed and did not allow Ben to finish speaking, closing his mouth with a tender, loving kiss.

So they stood and kissed in the warm twilight, behind the whiskey and rose saloon. After the incident, the woman rested, body and soul, in the hands of a loved one. It does not matter that at any second there may appear curious townspeople. Never mind that her clothes were torn. It does not matter that there was a shootout, and they will have to disentangle the mess. The only important thing is that for one minute Jane separated herself from all worries, and her heart sang. And also the way this heart aches when she thought about the man lying on the ground and what she was going to do next.