I've run away from them once, I can run away again, you decide.  You hitch your horse in front of the saloon and enter the crowded room.  You pull your hat further down over your eyes and ignore the stares of some of the men.  You know they've probably never seen someone like you:  a woman wearing tan-hide pants and coat, dirt-coated boots, and a gunbelt hanging loosely on her hips.

You walk up to the counter and ask the woman behind it for a bottle of whiskey.  She nods and hands you a shot glass and a bottle, then asks you for three dollars.  You shove the money across the counter and down your first glass in one gulp.  You refill the glass and are about to take a drink from it when a nearby conversation gains your attention.

"Just got a wire from the sheriff in Paradise Hill.  He says a bank robber is headin' our way.  We should be on the lookout for a woman with..."

"Wait a minute, Chris.  Did you just say a woman?"  someone asks.

"Yeah, Buck, I said a woman," Chris says.  He gives a vague description of you and your name, and tells everyone to keep their eyes open.

I knew I should have left, you think.  Finishing your glass of whiskey, you turn and discreetly leave the saloon.  You look up the street and see a man dressed in black walking away from the saloon.  Then your eyes drift to the bank.  The prospect of getting all that money is tempting, but it would be a dangerous job, what with the law in this town on the lookout for you.  But then, you've never been one to run at the smallest hint of danger.


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