And they’re riding off before the best part, even! So far as Rachel’s concerned, anyway, having spent most of the afternoon tucked into an alley going crazy with boredom.

Right now, she’s putting most of her concentration on walking in a straight line toward a huddle of blurry figures she is really hoping are the lawmen she’s meant to be distracting. And her guess work comes in handy.

Because one of them just shot her.

Stinging pain in her shoulder, surprising her into a sharp bark of a cry and oh, for those who think Rachel has an attitude, they should worry more about what happens when Rachel and the grizzly in her head get pissed off.

Rearing up on her back legs, standing seven and a half feet tall, Rachel brandishes huge paws, hopes she’s facing the correct direction, and lets out a roar to rattle the rickety old foundations of that nearby bank.

Try shooting that, folks.