Sara sighed. "Kill the bastard. Or not... I'm not wanted for murder in this territory yet. Kinda like ta keep it that way." The hammer on her colt went back down slowly onto the percussion cap and she took her finger off the trigger, then flipped the gun into the air, caught it by the barrel and brought the grip down hard on the teller's head. He collapsed onto the floor, maybe dead, maybe unconscious, she didn't really care.<br/><br/>"Well fuck it... Lets head out the back way." She scooped up what little cash there was in the safe, filling her pockets, and led the way to the back door, unlocked it, masked her face and peeked out. "All clear this way". She sipped out through the door and whistled.<br/><br/>Raven came trotting around the bank obediently and she leapt smartly onto his back. "With any luck no-one will know we was even there!"