IIB - Hunters
Kate smirked and slowly walked over to the bar and took the first thing she could find. She didn't care if it was beer, whiskey or rotgut.
"Well now that's a mighty fine question ya pose there. But I'll skip the sermon an' try ta give ya a short answer." She poured, and then continued.
"Ah came to this town to kill a man you see. Oh don't worry none, he ain't no good man, no sir. Not good at all. You see fellers..." She took a swallow and then pointed at herself with her glass holding hand. "Killin' an' stealin' an robbin' an bushwhackin' an' sech is my sorry lot in life, so as a master of my craft, I cater to the most deserving. Think about it, if'n I win, there's less people like me, and if'n I lose, there's less people like me. World's better off either way."
Kate twirled the bottle as she took a swallow.
"Ennyways, point is I follow my gut, my gut tells me this man ah'm here to kill is the biggest piece of shit around here, and them fellers what hired me ta kill ya probably knows him because the little shits cling to tha big 'uns. Besides, ah ain't been here a day an' ah seen this town can't stand like this. Ya'll need me. Sure ya'll could let th' Ranger lock 'em all warm an' cozy in a little box where they'd eat better than most hard working free people an' get a li'l kiss from the warden every night. But that ain't what ya need. Ya'll need them dead wit' no blood on yer own hands."
She took another shot and put the glassware down.
"Question is boys, what's yer play? They knows ah'm in here with ya, so if'n this is gonna happen, now's the time ain't it?"