Sowerbutt's Lady

Her face inches from Missionary, Polly pushed the barrel under his chin. “You haven’t seen me use one of these, have you, stupid boy? I won’t give you the satisfaction of blowing your head off.” Staring at him, she lowered the revolver and rammed it between his legs. The colour of purple from the welt on Missionary’s cheek spread across his face.

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