“Now now… where do you think you’re goin’…?”

I pull the hammer on my revolver. You, an outlaw. Me, a bounty hunter. We would be standing out in the street.

“I don’t know if you eva’ heard o’ me. I’m The Lady Pink, but you can call me ‘don’t shoot’ if you’d like.” I smirk. I started walking towards you. The cling of my boots defining the long strides of seriousness I took.

“Now I know yer ass ain’t tryna weasel away from me, dusty. So slowly turn around, lemme see that little cute face of my next bounty, or body.” I say, then spitting out a toothpick.