Interesting things to notice out of the corner of her eye when fighting for her life. Apryl had been so busy darting about and picking a target with survival as her only intent, that she didn't know if what she thought she saw on the odd glance in her side vision was real or not. But if she was right, the drifter in the black duster had probably saved her ass, might have saved Meytir's ass, and surely saved Jacob's ass several times over. Was that even real, could anyone move that fast, could anyone be that accurate, could they really store explosives in their tits and still be comfortable? There were so many questions running through Apryl's mind, but if what she thought she might have witnessed was true; then forget that pathetic real deal who could barely cover his ass in a fire fight, the true Best in the West, was that woman!<br/><br/>A trickle of blood ran down the left of Apryl's forehead as the smoke cleared the barrel of her grumpy red revolver. Some wood shards were stuck along her hairline where they had gashed her a little bit. She had scored a head shot on the loader, who had been shot again right after. There was no need to take cover after the shot, as the other cat's were taking shots before she could even react to do so. Adjusting to the situation, Apryl remained standing. Her face turned bright red as she watched gun squirming about on the floor. It was something a girl of her moral standards just simply had to look away from, so she looked away as her gun went back in it's holster, but snickering her disapproval at such lewdness.<br/><br/>The preacher was still alive, good thing, she'd have a lot of confessing to do now.<br/><br/>"How the hell did I get mixed up in this!" Apryl yelled, "Gun, you almost got me killed, so somebody better give me an explanation and damn quick about why them cats decided to romp at this saloon! I killed at least one and half of them cats and my services aren't free, so it stands to reason that you owe me, Marylin, that handsome stranger over there who's name I missed, and the preacher, quite a good deal of gold for dealing with the problems you just caused!"<br/><br/>She kept her eyes on the now dressed gun and the one he called Joanne, who was the drifter's mother. But only for a moment, not like keeping her eyes them would do her much good, and she doubted he'd actually pay them anything. She turned her focus completely to Marylin, leaping over a table and putting herself squarely in front of the drifter's. It was possible she might have stepped on lady's butt on the way over, but she wasn't sure nor did she care. The gold gun had found a place in her trench coat so she could look up with sparkling eyes, pleading eyes. Her face was red and she looked like a rabid fan girl who was about to have an orgasm over her idol.<br/><br/>"Mam, I swear I saw I saw you shoot a bullet right out of the air, I swear, I swear, I swear I saw it," she said, "You have to teach me, you'll be my master, my mentor, the real deal, just please teach me how you pulled off those moves and you'll pay off the debt your lover owes us!"<br/><br/>By lover, she meant gun, and she was being quite coy about it.