Gun Hand

I leaned back in my chair and smiled. Of course there was a gang holed up somewhere. Maybe more than one. Like any two-bit western. "So, you're wanting a gun hand, I take it."

She frowned and poured herself a fourth shot.

"To do what?" I asked. "Keep 'em off or kill 'em all?"

"You'd have to kill them, I think," she said, slurring words ever so slightly. "Soon as they find out Weaver's dead..."