Molly Malone:
"You stop right there, both of you," Molly called out as she tipped her chin and strode the distance that separated her from the lawman who was issuing invitations that he had no right to extend. "Missus Lee decides who is and isn't welcome in her saloon, not you," she snapped, and there was smoke in Molly's husky voice as she emphasized who was and wasn't in charge. "When Missus Lee isn't here then I'm the one decidin' . . . you hear me?" she said fuming.
Oh Hell! was the first thought that came to Battles.
Damn a woman that didn't know her place or the way of things. Worse yet, damn a stubborn Irish woman, which the redhead clearly was by the accent that she lost control of when she was angry,
when she ain't got the sense to know when a fight is over and has to push things to the boiling point!"
Molly Malone:
"Flossie is welcome to come in out of the sun and wait, but that old man is not crossing Missus Lee's threshold without invitation of the establishment, and he doesn't have one, me boyo . . . not even close! If you encourage that nasty piece of baggage to push his luck it will be on you, buster . . ." Molly almost poked the ranger in the chest with her finger, but at the last moment she snatched back her hand, "And when Jamie is finished showing him the error of his ways then I'll take up my grievance with you."
Battles had to admit the girl had spirit even if she was the cause of more trouble than was needed. Battles admired fire and spirit in a woman, but when they went to far like the redhead was doing they were apt to get somebody hurt. Same as a young buck trying to look like a man before his time, they thought they knew everything even though they hadn't lived yet. Worse. They thought they had something to prove. More than one young man was dead and buried because he thought he could prove himself against John J. Battles. They hadn't lived yet either and they'd lost their chance to.
A few were fast. A few were damn good shots. None of them had lived long enough to know better about what they were doing. Battles had the scars to show for thier recklessnes. They were to damn young!
Battles would have grabbed the redhead by the arm and forcefully marched her ass straight back into the saloon had not the old man proved to be even dumber than her.
All stupity couldn't be attributed to youth.
Some people never learned despite thier years.
Robert McKenna:
"Why you uppity little whore! Robert bellowed and standing up at his fullest height shoved Flossie away from him, the poor woman landing hard on her pert backside in the dirt. "This is why women shouldn't have any sort of privileges. Ye jus' belong on yer back givin' a man his pleasure an' cookin' and women's work. I taught her right," he said pointing a finger at Flossie. "She knows her place an' don' take much t' remind her anymore."
He turned to Battles and shook his head. "I ain't settin' foot near that an' she an' her Missus gonna be sorry when my Flossie starts workin'. Cryin' shame a little whore messed up a good deal jus' 'cuz she don't like me. Some'un needs t' give 'her a few lashes, teach her a lesson," he snarled.
Battles was pissed at the redhead to be sure. She should have just followed his lead and there would have been an end to any trouble. The poor young blond girl, Flossie, may have had a brief respite from her ill treatment with somebody to look after her. But people like the young redhead always thought they had something to prove! Damn them! People like the young blond always payed for the arrogance of people like the redhead!
To prove his thought correct the poor young blond was pushed to the ground by her own father. His lip curled as he looked to the arrogant redhead but before he could turn to help the young blond Flossie up, she was already on her feet and brushing herself off. And she was actually moving to help the old man back into the wagon.
Hadn't he just told the old bastard how most men in the west treated women and expected others to treat them the same way? Hadn't he explained most men wouldn't put up with such?
Battles turned quickly to the old man and put a hard boot to his ass as he tried to climb aboard his wagon! The old man bounced hard off the wagon before his daughter could catch him, but despite his obvious bad leg he kept to his feet and stared daggers at the Texas Ranger!
Oh this was one tough old bastard Battles thought to himself. His cowering act in the saloon a few moments ago had been just that. An act.
Battles eased his right hand over the staghorn handle of his right Colt.
"You're under arrest for assault, Old Man. Don't even think about giving me trouble while we walk to the Marshal's office."
Slowly Battles backed to his horse without taking his eyes off the old bastard or his daughter for you never knew what a child would do for thier father despite any ill treatment. He reached back with his left hand and dug a pair of handcuffs from his saddlebags, but instead of moving to put them on the old man he threw them at the feet of the redhead.
"You go in there and put those on the wrist of the man that assaulted this old bastard as well! Everyone is equal in the eyes of the law and I can't arrest one for assault without arresting the other! If you don't bring him out I'll come in for him. Trust me. You don't want that. NOW MOVE!"
If she'd only kept her mouth shut. If she'd only followed along nobody would have to go to jail, or if her or the big man got stupid, nobody would have to die. But to put the old man in a cell on a charge, he'd have to put the big man inside in jail on the same charge. That's just the way the cards had been dealt. It was the only way without killing that the blond would get at least a few hours free on her own.
Not to mention the redhead had pushed his buttons and Battles felt a need to put her in her place as she had thought to do him!