“Don’t have your money and you ain’t getting my cunt. Now toddle along ass hole.”
He stood at least three inches taller than Frenchie and weighed a hundred pound more, so she kept a distance while she attempted to talk her way out of the situation. “See Mike. He has your money.”
“I sort a settled on your cunt, doll.”
“Joe. You ain’t going there. Ever. And I am not known for my patience.”
“Got a bit of a reputation ain’t you? Still face to face ain’t exactly a thousand yards is it. A bit different close up.”
“An arse is still an arse no matter what the distance.” He made a grab for her and found himself staring down the barrel of a colt forty five.
“You ain’t pulling that on me again girly. I know it ain’t loaded and he made to grab it. A second after the shot Joe grabbed his cap and
