A duel in a dust storm at midday. Two wanderers, both confident in their arms—no, make that legs—stare each other dead in the eyes. Suddenly, a third scoundrel steps forward.
"Why, you two here look mighty tough!"
Hearing this newcomer's out-of-place, cheerful voice resound throughout the wasteland, the two crack a smile. Clearly, they both determine that this girl, whoever she is, isn't going to pose much of a threat. Then...
"Maybe y'all haven't heard, but I'm the new sheriff in town. I've got one shot, and both your names are on it. So, y'all ready?"
The bout starts with a bang, and she blasts forward like a bullet. The vagabonds finally realize—this girl is the real deal.
"Why, you two here look mighty tough!"
Hearing this newcomer's out-of-place, cheerful voice resound throughout the wasteland, the two crack a smile. Clearly, they both determine that this girl, whoever she is, isn't going to pose much of a threat. Then...
"Maybe y'all haven't heard, but I'm the new sheriff in town. I've got one shot, and both your names are on it. So, y'all ready?"
The bout starts with a bang, and she blasts forward like a bullet. The vagabonds finally realize—this girl is the real deal.