Kate cuts a sharp look over her shoulder at that, catching Butch's eye and exchanging a brief smile. His calm and confidence is contagious. She reminds herself he's done this dozens of times, and lets that steady her. Ferguson keeps flapping his jaw, but she keeps her eye on the prize for now.
"Open it!"
She pushes Buchel toward the safe, taking a step back. From this angle he can see her shiny revolver leveled at his head. There's just a heartbeat of hesitation before he starts on the combination.
(Kate breathes a sigh of relief, hoping the tremble in her hand is only noticeable to her. It's been years for her, thinking and planning and stewing over Cuero; over Schleicher the railroad man, and the two bloated bankers, Buchel and Runge; over the businesses being run out in the name of progress and expansion. But to Buchel, it's only been a handful of months. This is the first time she hasn't pulled her gun for survival. This is the first time she's thought ahead on taking something from somebody else. And it fills her with a disturbing rush of excitement.
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"Open it!"
She pushes Buchel toward the safe, taking a step back. From this angle he can see her shiny revolver leveled at his head. There's just a heartbeat of hesitation before he starts on the combination.
(Kate breathes a sigh of relief, hoping the tremble in her hand is only noticeable to her. It's been years for her, thinking and planning and stewing over Cuero; over Schleicher the railroad man, and the two bloated bankers, Buchel and Runge; over the businesses being run out in the name of progress and expansion. But to Buchel, it's only been a handful of months. This is the first time she hasn't pulled her gun for survival. This is the first time she's thought ahead on taking something from somebody else. And it fills her with a disturbing rush of excitement.
She wonders what she must look like in his eyes.)