After that first dull thud and the crack that follows, all hell breaks loose. Chairs topple, boots scrape in sawdust —

The other two men at Kate's table draw on her, which is fair enough seeing as how she's already drawn on them, a gun in each hand.

"You boys might wanna rethink this."

In the pause that follows, the sounds of the other men at the bar rushing in on Rachel can be heard. They holler and grunt, trying to get behind her so they can pin her arms to her sides.

Kate makes a mistake.


She checks to make sure she's okay.


In that split second, there's a whine, and she turns back just in time to see the chair that careens straight into her.