She twirled the pearl handled revolver and wiped the sweat from her brow.
“Well, we’ll call it a day,” she said. She turned on her heel, but a moan from her mark stopped her.
He crawled towards her with blood blooming across his chest.
“I won’t lie down for you!” he gasped.
She flashed an acidic smile. “Isn’t that sweet?” The barrel spun. “Your sun has set, Cowboy.”
She blew him a kiss and pulled the trigger.
Blood spurted from his mouth and he slumped to the ground.
She blew smoke from the barrel and walked away with a smile.