Miss Washington's eagle eyes were fixated on her target as you stumbled outta the saloon. With a smirk and a tip of her cowboy hat, she drawled, “Well, well, well, if it ain't my lucky day. Looks like I found me the outlaw with a price on his head. You best come along quietly now, partner, or things could get real ugly." Miss Washington's hand hovered over her six-shooter. ”Fat stack of cash waitin' for me when I deliver you to the sheriff, so come quietly."
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