Title:Hang 'Em High
Authors:Dor, Dev and Dande
Summary:GADADMHE - Guns are Dangerous and Dev makes her entrance!

Notes:

El Guapo means "The Handsome One" in Spanish.
"Hang 'Em High Dev" is Devarouex! Welcome to HSU Dev!
Her 'Bailiff" Is a certain football player turned commentator. We'll just call him "Mr. Long"

~*~

Calamity Dor grimaced at her reflection in the mirror. Wench clothes! Frilly wench clothes! What was she thinking?

::Noooo, please, God. I don't want to start hearing the buzzing again........:: She thought fearfully as she put her hands to her face and patted her flushed cheeks.

But Dor had not been reassimilated. No. She was working. In fact, she was pick pocketing. At the Golden Spur Saloon. The fine establishment that was run by Laure, Judy and Dande.

Judy took care of the alcohol and the gambling. No one was a better pit boss than she. And no one could mix a meaner 'rita.

Laure took care of the...Well, Laure ran the "House" portion of the business.

Dande ran the restaurant, the Wench waitresses and the decor for the establishment. Good food, big hair and chintz abounded!

And now Dor was hiding behind an enormous potted plant, reaching out to snag a carpet bagger's wallet.

"Well, now, ain't you the cutest little thang!" The carpet bagger chuckled as he yanked her out from behind the foliage. But I never see'd a Wench all dressed in black before! Usually they all warh purty colors!

Dor sighed deeply and rolled her eyes. Maybe she could still join the Rootin' Tootn' Wild Shootn' Show, and let some trickster shoot an apple out of her mouth as she rode a horse! Anything but this! There just *Had* to be a better way to make a living!

Then the man took his wallet out of his vest and signaled for a waitress. It was a big, thick wallet, and it looked goood toooo!

::What am I thinking? I LOVE my life of crime!:: She thought as she grinned like the Cheshire cat and batted her eyes at the rich fat man.

~*~

A tall, thin man dressed in lavender played the piano, watching the ravishing pickpocket at work. He smiled as she stole wallet after wallet. Pelham had been hanged last month in the next county over by none other than the notorious Hanging Judge, "Hang 'Em High Dev." The Purple One shuddered at the thought of HO JUSTICE!

Fortunately, thanks to the hybrid's dabbling in the dark arts, his death had not slowed him down much. He was avoiding cheating at poker with the hangin' judge's bailiff though. Now he just played his tunes and let Calamity Dor and Xanatos do the moneymaking.

~*~

Madam Laure eyed her grrls working the room at the saloon. They were good. Damn good. They didn't take any crap from the gamblers, miners, prospectors, or any other men that passed through Hestia. And they loved their work. Smiling and working the crowd, her hair fluttering in the soft breeze from the ceiling fans, Laure sashayed over to a table where there was a hot game of poker going.   

"How's it going boys?"

One of the men looked up at her. He had dark, curly hair, an imperious, yet vulnerable attitude and beautiful, brooding eyes. "I seem to have lost the gold you advanced me Madame Laure."

Laure arched a brow at the gambler, a grin spreading across her face. This is just what she had hoped for. She leaned over the man, placing her corseted bosom in his direct view. "Well, why I think you better come upstairs with me so we can 'discuss' this matter."

The man nodded, his eyes fixed on her decolletage. "Yes, Ma'am," he answered.

Madam Laure took the man's hand and led him away to her rooms. "I'm sure we can work out something," she whispered huskily.

~*~

The two strangers rode into town just as the sun was beginning to set. The enormous man was dressed in a brown leather duster and a cowboy hat. He wore a stern expression and two days stubble on his face. The woman was dressed in flowing black robes and FM boots. She was dat, and she knew it. Cooly, she surveyed the surroundings as she rode.   The Federal Marshall, dressed in black (of course) stopped them in the center of town. He sized up the two and the thought crossed his mind that they may be trouble. "Can I help you?" He asked.

"The Sheriff is expecting us. We're needed to help keep the peace in Hestia." The Smokin' Ho answered.

"Ah, yes, you'll find him the Golden Spur Saloon. You can't miss him. Look for the Kitty."

They continued on, coming across a wanted poster. Halting her horse, the woman read the caption aloud: "Wanted Dead or Alive - Calamity Dor - for pick pocketing, lewd behavior, indecent exposure, witchcraft and necrophilia." Nodding appreciatively, she turned to her buff companion and said, "Keep an eye out for that one."   

The pair headed into the saloon. Everyone was having a very good time. The piano sang out loudly as the snobbish looking man in lavender pounded the keys. A very harried bar tender was wildly busy at the moment, placing bets and making drinks.

Earrings and decolletage sparkled as Wenches abounded at every table, making sure each gambler was having a good time. It was their job, they were Wenches after all.

Off in one corner was Sheriff Jinn. He sat lazily, his chair cocked back, his booted feet resting on the rough hewn wooden table. His spurs left slight marks in the surface anytime he moved his legs. On his chest, a silver star shown like a wench beacon. Standing behind him was a big haired Kitty rubbing his shoulders and casting adoring looks his way.

Bursting through the swing door, a woman, with a low-slung black leather holster and jangly spurs, began to shoot her gun in the air.   "I want justice! Street justice! And I want it now!!"

The Sheriff stood up and growled, thudding his Wench.

As soon as the woman saw this, she ran out, screaming "I want justice!!"

~*~

Upstairs, in the rooms over the saloon, a woman dressed in a prim and proper calico dress frowned at the sound of the gunshots from below. She sighed heavily and opened the door to her room, tossing out a few strips of cloth for bandages and a bottle of whiskey to prevent infections. She closed and bolted the door behind her. It wasn't easy being the town schoolmarm and Nurse. The bonnet was bad enough, but...calico? She turned back to her one and only student and grinned. "Now, where were we?" She asked as she lifted the hem of gown, displaying a leg where a half-finished word, 'wi', was written in the chocolate syrup.

~*~

Later that night, other strangers arrived to Ho-Town. Four Princess Banditas, wanting desperately to assist the Sheriff in what promised to be a hectic time. Together, they hatched a plan to get into his good graces.

"Hey, where you tink el Guapo es?" Asked the Cigar smoking bandita.

"I tink he in the Hohouse with da cat boss."

"Estupida Gatto!"

"We must do somtink so he want us."

"Si, senor! We help heem wit da bad men."

"Look Estinky, see that tall tin man in bleack? He look like muy trouble."

"Si Pancho, we go get de man in bleack and El Guapo, he be happy to us and let us stay near heem"

~*~   Judge Dev-a-licious was blissfully unaware that a certain black wearing Wench/Ho hybrid had sneaked into her room. She was occupied at the moment by the tall and muscular bailiff who was scrubbing her back in the king size tub. He still had his spurs on. Draped over a chair was her robe.

Dor kept close to the ground to avoid being seen. "Well, she's definitely not a wench," she said thumbing the black silk robe. " I'll just borrow this. Xani will love this...Xani will love this on me...Xani will love ripping this off me. Now, *that's* justice baby!"   Just as she was about to try it on, gunshots ripped in to the air.   The bailiff sprung up from the tub. His body glistening with bubbles. Reaching out and patting his taut booty, the Divine Dev spoke, "The Sheriff can take care of any trouble, sit."

"Yes, your Honor." Mr. Looooong said with a naw-tay grin. "Should I get my handcuffs?"   "Trouble? Did she say TROUBLE?" Dor whispered. "Trouble means Xani. Xani in trouble means Dor gets in trouble too. Damn!"   Dor quickly sneaked out of Judge Dev's room and onto the street. The sound of gunfire and people yelling in Spanish was coming from outside the saloon. Dor realized she needed a place to hide, and fast! All that clamor would surely draw the attention of any or all of the town's law men. She looked around wildly, and noticed that the horse trough did not have any water in it. "Bonsai!" She shouted as she jumped in.   ~*~

Under the cover of night, Xani crept up to the split rail fence of the livery stable and eyed the beasts housed inside.

"Harumph! Reduced to thieving horses! I oughta have my head examined. Why the hell do I do this again? Oh, right! To annoy 'Over-The-Hill Jinn' and the rest of the do gooder's in town."

With that thought, Xani suddenly felt much more fulfilled by his work. Carefully, he vaulted to the roof of the livery stable, and leapt with cat like grace to the ground inside the corral.

Across the street, the Princess/Banditas had grown weary of waiting for Da Sheriff to emerge from The Golden Spur Saloon.

::He's been in there for hours! It's closed now! Why does he spend so much time there?:: They thought in a collective twitch.

One of the banditas, the one who had trouble following any thought, much less a collective one, was staring vacantly out into the night when she spied Xani slinking around the Ho - K Corral.

"Ohhhh, looky looky! Dis ees dee man in bleak! Da hombre muy grande will love me eef I catch heeem!" She cackled. Slinking away from her compadres, as she was already plotting to double cross them, she dreamt of having the Law Man all to herself.

"Estinky! Estoppa! Choo no go sneeking off solo and deeesrespect us!" Pancho hissed as she thwapped Estinky on the head with her sombrero.

The group of bandita's clucked quietly as they snuck around the barn and hid behind some hay bales stacked to the side. Fumbling with their bandileros, they loaded their pistols and drank tequila straight from the bottle. As they drank themselves initio a dangerous stupor, they swatted at the ever present flies that buzzed around them.

Xani adjusted his black bandana over his face and grinned to himself at how Calamity Dor and Emmy Oakley would love the way he looked right now. Even if the trick shooting Alpha Ho would never acknowledge she liked it. Feeling full of himself, he swaggered over towards the gate of the corral, whistling the theme from "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" as his leather creaked.

Then, distracted by thoughts of what he could do to Calamity Dor while he wore the mask later, he snagged the toe of his boot on an exposed tree root and went sprawling to the ground.

"FUCK!" He yelled as he hit the ground hard.

The horses startled and began trotting nervously around the Man in Black, snorting and swishing their tails.

One of the drunk Bandita's looked up in a bleary haze and yelled:

"Holy Sheeet! De Man In Bleak is estealing da horses! Andale! Andale! Epa epa!"

All the Bandita's yelped and jumped into action, shooting their pistolas straight up in the air and shouting. All except the one who could not follow a single thought. She couldn't get her pistola out the holster. Instead, she held her thumb and finger out and made gun noises.

The horses panicked and began charging around the corral, stomping on Xani more than once.

"OH, MY FREAKING CRAP!" He yelled as he struggled to get up and get the hell out of there.

All the noise in the street had not gone unnoticed. The door to the saloon burst open, and Sheriff Jinn strode out onto the street. Well, he hopped out. He was tucking his shirt in with one hand, and bent over trying to pull his boot on with the other.   "Oh Shit!" Xani muttered. "It's the too-tall Law Man!" Turning to the Princess Banditas he said, "You fucking stooopid chicks! Look what you've gone and done!"   "Oooohhhh, El Guapo!" All the the princess banditas muttered appreciatively as they ignored the greyside horse thief and stared as the law man adjusted his clothing.   Jinn straightened up, boot finally on, and started to take charge of things.   "XANI!" He bellowed. "Stop causing trouble in the middle of the night when the good town folk are trying to sleep!"   "Yeah, yeah old man." The Outlaw said as he waved his hand in Jinn's general direction. "You just wanted to bust me tonight!"   "No, I just wanted to relax tonight! I busted you earlier today for peddling snake oil, remember?"   Xani locked his arms across his chest and grinned. "So that's what this is about. Decided to come back for that.....Potency elixir, eh?"   Jinn puffed up and opened his mouth to up the ante in the pissing contest, but was cut off abruptly by a female voice from behind him.   "Stop the gun fight RIGHT NOW!" Miss Kitty yelled as she ran out into the road, her astonishing hair loose and falling free in the wind. She was clutching a shawl around her shoulders, and her white cotton night gown billowed out behind her. She was barefoot.   The Sheriff made an exasperated sigh as he turned to face his Wench.   "Kitty! Go back inside! This is my job." He said loudly and sternly. The Kitty continued her advance. When she got closer, he whispered, "Dande! You're embarrassing me in front of the gun slingers!"   "Sorry Sheriff Dahling...." Kitty said making doe eyes.   "I'm perfectly capable of handling this situation, now turn around and...."   "Don't worry Puffy, I won't hurt your Daddy Man...Too much." Xani sneered.   Jinn grimaced and cast an angry look over his shoulder at Xani.   "Oh, I'm not about to interfere with his kicking your grey arse!" The Kitty said with a toss of her tresses and a saucy smile. Beaming at her Sheriff, she extended her hand. In the palm she held his badge. "You left this on my night stand, Sheriff, Mon Cher."   Qui-Gon smiled wolfishly at his kitty as she pinned the star to his vest and polished it with the hem of her night dress. Kissing her affectionately on the top of her head, he shooed her back to the porch of the saloon. Turning to look at Xani he said, "Potency elixir? That won't be necessary!"   Suddenly, Dor poked her head out of the horse trough she was hiding in. Still in her Wench disguise, the feathers in her hair all askew and her black fringy dress was a bit rumpled. "No Xani, he never had any trouble with that back when....."   "Dor! What are you doing here?" Xani cried. "Get lost!  You're embarrassing me in front of the Law Man!"   "Yeah, yeah! You're doing a fine job of that yourself!" Dor exclaimed and disappeared back into the empty trough.   "Enough!" The Sheriff barked, placing his hands on the butt of his pistols.

Xani likewise reached for his six shooters, and the men faced off.   The Princess/Banditos began to cluck like chickens, only in Spanish. They smelled like a bunch of fowl too.

Back on the porch, Dande grabbed the railing and dug her nails into the wood. Laure patted her on the back and smiled reassuringly.   Suddenly, out of the darkness, a loud clatter of hooves could be heard. And so could a loud voice.   "REMEMBER THE ALAMO!!" Emmy yelled as she galloped past the scene, guns blazing indiscriminately. Reining her horse in sharply, she turned to ride in for another pass.   "Diva! Dismount immediately! I've warned you about your brand of vigilante justice before! Go wait on the porch with Dande and Laure!"   Emmy gave Qui-Gon the Ho Face and spurred her horse on. Riding straight for Xani, she raised her pistol.   "Eat lead Outlaw!!" She said quite convincingly as she cocked the trigger back.   "Noooo! Don't shoot him!" Dor yelled as she leapt out of the trough and jumped into the path of the Diva's quest for street justice.   "Dor!" Dande-Kitty yelled as she ran off the porch and into the fray, clutching her shawl and shivering in the cold.   The Sheriff drew another exasperated sigh as he muttered "Wimmin!" under his breath and set about keeping everyone from getting shot.   Emmy continued riding in circles and firing her guns with abandon. At least, until she heard everyone yell out suddenly.

"Holy Crap! I shot someone!" She fretted quietly as she tried to think up a proper course of action.

The Princess Banditas went back to firing their guns straight up in the air, causing The Diva's horse to rear and paw the ground.

"Oooohhh, this doesn't look good!" Emmy hissed. Deciding on the proper, mature, and conscientious course of action, she rode hell bent for leather up the street away from the scene that would come to be known as "The Gun Fight at the Ho - K Corral."

***************

Emmy walked quietly into the back room and sat down at the bar.

"What'll you have Kid?" Judy asked as she polished a shot glass.

"Gimme a bourbon. With a bourbon chaser. And a shot of bourbon." Emmy stammered.

The bartender stopped in her tracks and looked at Diva the Kid.

"What's up Em? Spill it!" She said as she placed a full bottle of bourbon down in front of the Little Vigilante.

Emmy's hand shook as she put the shot glass to her lips. Trying to be brave, she downed it in one gulp. Then she almost coughed up a lung as she struggled not to choke.

"Geez Em, take it easy there!" Kenda said worriedly.

"Soo....whaddja doooo?" Sere asked, her eyes glinting.

"I...I...shot a man today... " She said as she pounded down another shot.

"Ohhhhh?!" The Ho's said as they moved in close for the incredible scoop.

"Y-you....Shot....A man?....Like, dead?" Kendra whispered.

"Dunno about dead, but I shot a man all right!" Emmy pounded the bar with righteous Ho 'tude.

"At least, I *think* it was a man....Gosh, I hope I didn't hit Kitty or Dor!" She added worriedly. "And then there were those banditas......scurrying around."

"WHAT?" Tara shouted. "You shot the Kitty?"

The room erupted in shards of conversation, everyone speculating on who was dead.

The Ho's gathered around. Emmy's hand shook as she swallowed her bourbon.

"It was dark. Justice was served. I'm sure who ever got it, they deserved it. Yeah, that's it. I dispensed justice. It HAD to be done dammit! Someone has to save this town from the riff raff! Someone has to --"

"Hold up!" Judy interrupted loudly. Looking the Alpha Ho in the eyes (yes, she is brave enough to do that) she asked...

"What are you packing?"

"Whaaa?" Emmy asked, confused.

Judy rolled her eyes. "I MEAN, what are you loaded with? Your guns?"

"Ohhh." Emmy opened the chamber and looked inside..."Ohhh!  It's buck shot cartridges! I shot someone full of deer pellets!"

"Oh thank GOD! That means no one is dead!" Jen Jen said with relief.

Smiling, Emmy poured another shot and started to relax.

"Umm, Emmy? Who do you think you shot anyways?"

"Dunno. Who cares! Maybe it was Kitty's hair. Lets all get drunk and do something stupid!" Emmy responded cheerfully.

~*~

The sun poured into Kitty's rooms over the saloon early the next morning. Being a kitty, this did not wake the feline. The sound of a gun chamber snapping shut and rotating roused her from her slumber.

"Sheriff Dahling, it's sunrise! Where are you going?" She asked sleepily and looked at the Law Man, fully dressed and fully armed, standing at the foot of the bed.

"I'm going to the court house." He responded matter of factly as he holstered his pistols. "The new judge arrived in town last night, and I want to make sure she's settled in and ready to try the outlaws." Looking down at Dande he ran his hand through her hair gently. "Are you all right?" He asked with concern. "You didn't sleep well after the....shooting."

"I'm fine, and I'm coming with you to the Town Hall today."

"No. You're not."

"Yes. I am."

"Why Wishpuff, did you just contradict me?" Jinn said with humor in his voice.

"Why, yes Mastah, I believe I just did!" She said with a chuckle as she got out of bed and stretched. "Now be a good Law Man, and help me with my corset?

"It's good to be the Sheriff." He said with a smile.

~*~

The Judge's Chamber Door opened and out came Howie the bailiff, who had not finished buttoning his shirt. He cleared his throat and announced, "All rise for Her Honor, the Righteous, Bodacious, Totally In Yo' Face, Judge with the Mostest.....Mistress Devarouex!"

In sauntered the Judge dressed in shiny black stilettos and a black flowing robe.

"Please be seated."

Miss Kitty looked at the Sheriff with gentle concern in her eyes, and placed a king size down pillow on the Sheriff's seat. He sat down slowly and winced painfully. The Ho's stifled their giggles. Emmy looked up at the ceiling innocently trying hard not to look at her victim.

"Hey Em!" Darry the schoolmarm and Nurse, whispered. "You shot the Sheriff in the arse?"

"You're darn tootin! And it was goood too." She snickered.

"Ohhh!" Kendra snickered. She started to sing softly. "Em shot the Sheriff...."

"Ahem... Bailiff." Judge Dev said.

The Bailiff moved quickly and sat in the Judge's chair, where upon Dev sat on his lap with a smile.

Sheriff Jinn gave Miss Kitty a quizzical look about this arrangement.

Her Felinicity shrugged and made soft eyes.

"After riding all day to get here, my beautiful bum cannot sit on that hard wooden chair!" The Judge replied, rolling her eyes at the Alpha Sheriff.

"Damn straight!" The Vigilante agreed. "The same thing happened to me. I want justice!"

"Now, what exactly happened?" Asked the Judge.

Everyone answered at once and the court room erupted with chatter.

The bullwhip cracked in the air "Order! Order in the Court! Now! Or someone's getting slapped!!" Dev yelled.

"And I thought it was his six shooter!" Was the last thing heard.

"Dor!!" Roared the Sheriff.

"What?! What did I do?"

"Dor!" Hissed Miss Kitty. "You're not supposed to just grab it!"

"Oh, sure! Like YOU don't grab it!" Dor snickered.

Dande hissed again.

"Miss Kitty, one more outburst from you and I will hold you in contempt of Court!"

"Hello...Dor." Her Honor continued. "Are you aware of ALL the charges against you?"

"I haven't done anything wrong!"

Again the crowed chimed in, detailing Calamity Dor's crimes for all posterity.

"Dor picked pockets at my saloon!"

"She stole beer from me!"

"She took food from the pantry!"

"She stole the Sheriff's undies!"

"What!!" Yelled the Sheriff.

"Sorry Mastah, but they're all missing!"

"She brought back the piano player from the dead!" At this, the lavender-clad nobleman moved his hand to obscure his face from the hangin' judge.

"She sleeps in a coffin! With Black Xan!"

"She dances naked under the moonlight --- Of course, I love that!" Xani snickered.

"All right, that's enough!"

"But I didn't grab his gun, I just touched his holster!"

"Why Dor!"

"ENOUGH! You will NOT make a mockery of my court!" Dev menaced with a wonderful smoldering look on her face.

"I'm soooo abused and unloved!" Dor cried. "And it's all the Nurse's fault!"

All the Ho's nodded in agreement.

"Oh, just DEAL WITH IT!" Miss Meavey replied. "Ye are stealing all the little bars of soap from me boarding house! Now you gotta cut that out! Or I'm going to tell you how the cows eat cabbage around these parts!"

"What are you wearing under the robe your Honor?" Xani asked, leering at Dev.

Dor elbowed Xani in the stomach.

"Ow!! Come on! I'm just trying to help you, love."

"See what I have to put up with?" Dor looked at Her Honor for solidarity.

"OK......Because I like you...you're free to go." Dev offered magnanimously.

"Can she keep the handcuffs?" Xani asked, only to be elbowed again.

"NEXT!" The Judge yelled!

The four banditas came forward.

"Now....Who's the first one strung up on the tree?"

The lead bandita was pushed forward by the other three. Her huge sombrero was hanging down the side of her head, and she reeked of tequila and cigar smoke. This chickie wasn't too bright, but she realized she didn't want to be first in line for the stockades. "Aie! Carumba!" She whined as she tried to push one of the others forward insted. Soon all of the princess banditas were pushing and shoving each other, turning on each other faster than the Hangin' Judge could pound her gavel.

Sheriff Jinn stood up, "They are charged with...."

"I've heard enough. Hang them all!" Judge Dev reclined back on her Howie-chair.

"Holy Frijoles!" Gordita the Bandita cried at the Judges' proclamation.

Jinn cleared his throat and began patiently. "Your Honor, if I may read the charges?"

"Charges Smarges! Keep your jails empty and your trees full! That's my motto!" Dev declared, cracking her bullwhip.

"You got that right my SISTAH!" Emmy cheered. "We want JUSTICE!"

"So let it be written. So let it be done! Court adjourned!" Devalicious decreed.

"Wait a minute!" Emmy Oakley shouted. "What about him!" She said standing and pointing at Xani, who winked at her.

Judge Dev shrugged. "He's good-looking, but not really my type." She said as followed her bailiff out of the courtroom.

"Fine. I'll take care of him myself!" Huffed Emmy.

"Oooh, I like the sound of that!" Xani growled.

Sheriff Jinn the Diva a a reproachful look. "You are a complete pain in my ar--"

Miss Kitty distracted the Sheriff by flitting up next to him and batting her eyelashes while she fingered the shiny star on his chest. "Come on, Law Man Dahling, it's time for your daily massage."

The Sheriff laid a wolf grin on his Wench, took her hand and pulled her out of the courthouse.

Dor took Black Xan's hand and said, "I am not wearing this Wench get- up ever again! I'm only wearing chaps from now on! I need to get out of this corset right now!"

Xani leered at her. "Oh, I think that can be arranged," he said pulling her off into a supply closet.

The lavender-clad piano player grinned and discreetly followed them into the closet.

Emmy scowled after her partner-in-shopping and shooting-up-town until she heard a rich, honeyed voice behind her. "It's good to see you again, Miss Oakley," the black-clad, leather chap wearing Federal Marshal said.

Emmy turned and gave him a lingering look. There was something about this man, she thought to herself. And it was more than the way his leather creaked when he moved. "You can call me Emmy, Marshal."

The Marshall flashed her a crooked grin. "Emmy the Kid?"

Emmy smiled, her hand resting on her six-shooter. "Looks like Black Xan managed to escape justice again. That mean you're going to be staying in town for a while?"

The Marshal nodded, his blue-green eyes twinkling. "Looks like we'll be here for a bit. Since you managed to stay out of prison, how about having dinner with me at the saloon tonight?"

Emmy gave him a nonchalant look. "A date?"

"I figure if you're sitting next to me, you won't be shooting the Sheriff or causing other mischief."

"Dinner tonight," Emmy answered. "But I warn you, I'm already thinking of all kinds of mischief I can get into sitting right next to you." She teased as she began to walk away, giving him a playful grin.

The Marshal arched a brow at her departing figure, he suddenly found himself hoping it would take a very long time to bring Black Xan to justice.

End!