Meanwhile—inside the Queen’s Pub…
Chris would be the first to admit—even after hours of training with James Butler Hickok IV, who had inherited his ancestor’s quick-draw, cocking the gun as he drew and firing in less than an eye-blink—she was not the fastest gun among her friends (Boomer had that distinction), but she was clearly the best shot. Still—she was much faster than the Americans she’d been speaking with.
“That-there’s a mighty big Colt y’got there little lady,” the fellow to her left said, baiting her. Before he could finish his comment—she had her Colt .44 out and pointed at his head; cocked and ready to shoot.
“Yes it is, cowboy.”
Season 8—Chapter 9—Outlook—Episode 2:
Continuing our story—With Chris pointing her Colt at the cowboy’s head… “Easy, lady. I didn’t mean no harm. Name’s Barstow, Moose Barstow. You ride?”
“Better’n I draw.”
“You lookin’ fer work?” Barstow asked.
“Could be. Depends on what it pays—I don’t work for cheap.”
“Y’care whatcha do?”
“I’ve hired-out my gun.”
Chris answered with only a hard stare—her best approximation of a cold-blooded-killer’s stare.
Barstow felt a shiver involuntarily run up his spine—proving he wasn’t spineless, “There’s someone I know who might be interested in hiring you.”
“I have a friend who know her way around a six-shooter, we come as a package deal.”
After a short pause, “Bring her too.”
“She’s not here yet, I expect her to arrive soon.”
As they walked out the door, Susie and Mac rode up, separately and ignoring Mac, Chris called out, “Susie, come with us.”
Meanwhile in front of the “Gentleman’s Club”—Ma Simpson realized she had trouble…BIG trouble in the form of US Marshal Big Mac McIntyre “What is he doing here? Looking for me, I’ll warrant.”
Ma had another problem to deal with, not nearly as serious, but still that problem was affecting her business—while it’s true that cattle-ranching was almost non-existent in this part of the North-West Territories—wheat farming was far more common—there were a few cattle operations around Outlook, and that provided slim-pickens for rustlers—rustling wheat was simply too much work; but she had competition. Competition from Samuel Arthur Delonga, a failed Wyoming rustler, and his bunch.
As she was mulling this over—her missing foreman arrived with two dangerous-looking women—fortunately, she didn’t recognise either one.
To be Continued…