"Maybe it'll encourage you t'keep your mouth shut!"

The laughter may have stopped, but the screaming hasn't. A woman recoils from Kate as she ungloves her hands and reaches for the man's shoulder, leaving the gun in her lap. He's bleeding awful fierce and trembling.

"You're Kissin' Kate Barlow," he mumbles hollowly.

"Hush up," she says, the words directed at the woman.

She continues to wail.