She’d been prepared for them; the sudden hush in the streets had been a telltale sign of their impending arrival, just before the ring of gunshots echoed through the air. Screams broke out as people scattered, but the madam of the Mariposa stood calmly at the bar, one elbow resting on the worn wood of the counter. Her look was not one of concern but annoyance as she watched the bandits filter into the saloon, undoubtedly in search of the saloon’s earnings. Her nonchalance made the entire ordeal seem like something of a routine, further emphasized by the almost familiar way in which she addressed the group’s leader. “ I don’t particularly care if you and your band of miscreants take everything you can carry, but do you really need to kill off all of our clientele in the process? ”
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