The hammer surged forward. Lisa's pretty lips flashed a confident grin. And then the bullet came barreling out of the chamber towards....nothing. Her shot didn't so much miss it's mark as it barely hit in the same hemisphere. A small hole appeared in the wall of a nearby saloon.
Before she had time to reload, the men were already ready. Her hammer clicked back into place, and waiting for her was the muzzle of three guns, pointed square at her face. This was not good at all. She paused.
“This is....awkward....” She finally said, feeling her cheeks go tomato red with embarrassment.
The man with the revolver lowered his eyebrows into an angry glare. “Little missy, you are going to put your gun on the ground and touch your toes.” He raised the pistol straight towards her forehead. “Now!” |