“Jeez, look what they tossed from that bus!”
“Is she dead?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Don’t touch her, man!”
“I’m just going to feel for that pulse in her throat.
“Don’t turn her over! What if her neck’s broken?”
“Look at that, her shirt’s torn open!
“I don’t care, man. Leave her alone!”
“She’s down for the count. I’ll just feel for any broken bones. Hmmm, that’s nice...”
That’s when Two Gun Girlie opened her eyes. Her leg shot up and her steel-toed cowgirl boot caught him under the chin.
She’d lost her guns, but not her pride.
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