"Ferguson! I swear t'god I will put a bullet in your ass if you even think about stoppin' t'shoot at that animal! Git! Git while the gettin's good!"

Butch is already in the saddle and off, and good for him. She knew she could count on him to keep his head, especially since she pulled him aside the night they met up in Yorktown, explained she was bringing in somebody from the bar to help with creating a diversion. He's got half their haul, and once they stop knocking into each other Adler's off with the other half, followed by Ferguson.

Kate laughs as she takes the saddle, even as the first shots ring out. She wouldn't be surprised if they were coming from the boys riding out, two-bit half-breeds.

"Give 'em hell, Rachel!" she calls, once she's the last one left.