I could see some of the stage men lying dead outside, and the outlaws were pretty much in charge, but they were nervous and sweating, probably because they had lost two of their guys and weren’t sure how.

I glanced over and saw Casey, just the edge of her, taking aim but not shooting, ready to do her job and maybe waiting for me to do mine.

And it was my job to do the talking. Maybe that wasn’t what she had in mind, but we were supposed to be the good guys.

(Tuesday Teaser from 3% of Have Gun, Will Play by Camille LaGuire)

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