CRACK!<br/><br/>The commotion in the saloon came to a crashing halt at the sound of the cracking whip, and all eyes turned towards Victoria. “Ain’t no one getting hanged in my saloon tonight,” she snarled.<br/><br/>“That injun pulled a knife!” some slack jawed miner protested, just to be cut off by another crack of the whip.<br/><br/>“I don’t care!” The whip cracked again, and split slivers of wood of the table it struck. “Ain’t no one dead. Ain’t no one really hurt, ‘cept their pride.” She wound the whip around her arm while her gaze spanned the bar, daring another man to speak.<br/><br/>“Finish your drinks, and get out. Saloon’s closed, and my girls need a night off from ya brutes. Go on now, get. Bring some God-damn manners with ya when you come back.”<br/><br/>The men grumbled, but none dared to speak up, and shuffled out the saloon. Victoria stood firm, glaring daggers at the men to stopped to finish their drinks, until they made the smart choice to leave. Once the bar was mostly empty, she grabbed Cassie by the shoulder, and turned her around to face her.<br/><br/>“I don’t appreciate you smashing bottles over my customer’s heads now,” she started, voice stern and expression serious. After a moment, her face softened into a smirk, and she placed a hand on Cassie’s shoulder, “But I do appreciate you lookin’ after one of my girls. Are you looking for some work? I may have a position for ya.”