"God Almighty!" croaks the man, wheeling back into his comrades.
They all stumble and stare, the man coughing, the others not sure just what in God's name they're supposed to do. Kind of like the bartender, whose hands are under the bar where that old Winchester lies, but he ain't sure where to go from here.
"I think you gals are a li'l too big for your britches, thinkin' you can come in here like 'at."
The good Mr. Black gives Kate a shake.
She glowers.
"Let go'a me."
"Or what?"
He's distracting her. She can't see Rachel, doesn't know what's happening behind her, and after their chat he just ain't all that important anymore. So she shows him what.
She socks him in the nose.
"I think you best git outta here!" says one of the cowpokes, sticking his finger in Rachel's face.
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They all stumble and stare, the man coughing, the others not sure just what in God's name they're supposed to do. Kind of like the bartender, whose hands are under the bar where that old Winchester lies, but he ain't sure where to go from here.
"I think you gals are a li'l too big for your britches, thinkin' you can come in here like 'at."
The good Mr. Black gives Kate a shake.
She glowers.
"Let go'a me."
"Or what?"
He's distracting her. She can't see Rachel, doesn't know what's happening behind her, and after their chat he just ain't all that important anymore. So she shows him what.
She socks him in the nose.
"I think you best git outta here!" says one of the cowpokes, sticking his finger in Rachel's face.