"They may do that anyhow. Brushy called me a witch before he hit me. He thinks we had something to do with the election results. I wouldn't be shocked if he showed up here with a mob howling for us to be burned at the stake."

Delphine stiffened at that. "Has he ... do you think he will?"

"I wouldn't put it past him, that's for certain." She paused, listening to the distant sounds of frivolity in the saloon. "How many guns do you suppose we have downstairs?"

"I don't know. How many people are here tonight? Even some of the girls have taken to carrying pistols in their garters."

Pussy Cat's eyes sparkled. "Then maybe we don't have to shoot him ourselves. Though I would still like to take at least one shot at him.&quo...

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