Snippet #878389

Leeanne sighed as she strolled through town. Jakal Flats had never been one for too much action, and even when there was something going on, her father usually had stopped it dead in it's tracks.... She sat down on the stoop of a saloon, and looked around. The yellowish-red dust danced in the road, between the length of buildings that made up the small town, and the sun beat down on everything in sight. Her face was shaded by her hat, but it didn't make the heat any more unbearable. It was always hot in the summers of Arizona.

A pair of men walked out of the saloon, one holding the other up, probably due to being drunk. She eyed the guns on their hips. The Colt handguns were older models, and had a blackened steel finish. It made her realize how nice hers were, especially being handmade. She then thought of how lucky she was to be able to carry them around with her! But she looked back out to the shifting sands of the town, and looked out.... It would happen someday. She'd just have to wait on it. The day where she might be able to leave. She didn't want to be a wrangler or anything like that in particular, just one of the ones the wranglers hired for protection. But that was a fat chance. After all, who in their right mind would hire a teenager like her over one of the more rough and tumble guys that hung around their little town?

She pulled one of the revolvers she had out of the holster slowly, showing others that might've been watching that she didn't intend to use it. Making sure that the hammer wasn't pulled back, she began to twirl the handgun, the silvered steel finish gleaming in the sun. She spun it backwards, forwards, then backwards again. Stopping the gun, she even tossed it up in the air, and catching it at just the right time to be able to continued the display. She smiled to herself. She could amuse herself for a few minutes with her gun tricks, before finally becoming bored again, and reholstering the weapon.

She looked back over the town again. Perhaps today was just another day where nothing in particular interst was going to happen, she though as she pushed herself to a stand...