Sara giggles. "Em, you wanna get yer horse? If we rob the National Bank, Sutton branch, we're gonna have ta leave town pretty damned fast." She shrugs... "Didja save Randy's horse by any chance? He dun't need it and Clara does..."<br/><br/>She leads her stallion to the bank, loose-hitching him to the post outside. Turning to watch the gun fight developing in the street, she quickly pulls out her own revolver, and from her saddlebag takes a small powder horn and a bag of shot. The 1860 colt army is more accurate that the modern peacemaker, but doesn't take the modern brass cartridges either. Sara carefully reloads the chamber she fired earlier, and the empty one she would normally keep under the hammer to ensure she didn't blow her own foot off by accident.<br/><br/>That done, she slips quietly into the bank.