Star City Book #1

Chapter 2

Nyssa step down from her horse and tied the reins to a hitching post before walking over to the saloon.

Inside, everybody was whooping and hollering but all that stopped when Nyssa walked in, the place became quite.

Nyssa was known the world over as the woman in black. From head to toe she wore black. So when she walked in and everyone saw the black duster she was wearing everyone started to worry.

Nyssa ignore the silence and walked over to the bar as the bartender picked up the shotgun from behind the bar. Keeping it behind the counter, he checked to make sure both barrels were loaded before laying beside him behind the counter.

"What will it be?" The bartender asked. Nyssa could see him eyeing the shotgun that laid beside him behind the bar, but she would give him no call to use it, unless he made one.

"When you get done stroking the shotgun behind the bar I would like a beer." Nyssa replied. The bartender nodded and to went work. Meanwhile, a drunk that was across the bar saw Nyssa and made an advance over to her.
When he got to her, he stopped in front of her.

"I've head about you." The drunk told Nyssa.

"Good for you." Nyssa replied as the bartender brought her beer and sat it down in front of her.

"They say you're pretty fast with a gun."
"You don't say."

"But I don't believe them. Cause you're just a woman." The drunk said. Nyasa saw the .45 that rested in the man's holster. He could be fast. He might not. When a man gets alcohol into his system, he can do stupid things like shoot off his mouth and take on the fastest woman with a gun.

"You might want to buy yourself another drink and leave me be." Nyssa warned the man. Instead the drunk drew his gun and pulled the hammer down. The gun made a click noise indicating that the gun was cocked.

"No one tells me what to do!" The drunk stated.

"And no one pulls a gun on me." Nyssa replied as she throws the mug of beer in the drunk's eyes before back handing him with her other hand.
The gun fell to the floor beside the unconscious drunk as Nyssa laid her mug on the bar. Then she turned around to face the bartender.

"Where's the sheriff's office?" Nyssa asked.

"Across the street." The bartender replied. "I'm glad you didn't kill him Ms. Raatko."

"He's just a drunk." Was all Nyssa said before picking up his gun and sticking it in between her pants and picking up the drunk and heading to the sheriff's office.