The famous Lady Magnificent was soon all over this mystery woman with the black duster, literally. Apryl blushed a bit as she gawked in their direction. The Lady sure knew how to handle someone. The posters didn't do Lady magnificent justice, the show woman was a lot more disturbing in real life. It was one of the most disturbing things Apryl had seen in her life.  And the men, she could only find one who wasn't gawking like an idiot; he was mopping up blood. Oh wait, she was gawking like an idiot too, but only in disbelief. Apryl supposed there was nothing like a little peep show to take the crowds mind off a dead man as she pulled herself together.<br/><br/>"I can't believe it," Apryl muttered to herself, "I'm surrounded by reprobates once again."<br/><br/>While the two woman continued to share a tight embrace, Apryl slowly made her way toward the one with the golden guns. She was weighing her options as she snaked through the crowd. One option was simply pick the man's pocket and grab a handful of gold leaf as she walked past. If she could just casually walk by and take a pot luck grab, she might come up with something. She was rarely ever caught when she did this, and when she was she had always gotten away unharmed. But this time, her thoughts were on something bigger, so she'd check out his holsters to see how he kept those guns pinned down. If the holster wasn't secure, she lift herself a gold revolver, but she had to know first.<br/><br/>Even if this guy was a complete boob like she suspected, especially seeing as he wasn't even able to avoid a busty showgirl's crotch punch, this would be no easy task. There were a lot of people watching him, and two twin girls fawning all over him who looked to be quick on the uptake. If only there was a distraction.<br/><br/>Then the drifter in the black duster spoke at the boob, Apryl saw the Wilson go up, then heard the challenge, and the tilting of hammer. If she was closest to the body when he died, she'd get the pick of litter before all the other vultures could have at it. The trick was, not making herself a target. What to do, what to do? She needed a shot at his money!<br/><br/>So Apryl found her body against the side of the man with the golden guns, even if she had to push someone else aside to get there. She was probably there in time to prevent him from drawing the weapon on his side because her was pressing against it. She looked up at his mustache, smiling, as she never knew how a man would react to her stare.<br/><br/>"Are you going to let her talk to you like that Mister, if I was you, I'd get my ass out of here before I was shot full of holes. But then I'm not the Best there is in the West."<br/><br/>Her hand graced his back pocket, hopefully finding a big wad of gold leaf to stuff in her shorts. That would be enough of a take to allow Apryl to call the mission a success, but she'd take more if she could.<br/><br/>"You actually have fairly a nice butt," she said, smiling at him.