“I’m only gonna tell you this once, so you better listen. You lay one more finger on her—or anyone, for that matter—I find you, and I finish the job. Are we straight, friend?” The husband gurgled, with blood bubbling through his broken teeth. With disgust, Violet threw him back to the ground. Maddie stood in stunned silence, her hands still clutching onto Violet’s gun. Violet addressed her calmly. “I’ll be having that back now, ma’am.” Maddie shakily held out Violet’s six shooter. “Sorry about the soup.” Violet holstered her gun, donned her jacket and fallen hat, and left without another word.
Violet’s steps were swift and deliberate. Her whole body shook, not with fear, or anger, or sadness, but with joy. Damn if that didn’t feel good. Who knew that taking down a vile man like that was s
