Troublemakers [Engl.]

1. Relaxing at Midday

A hot wind blew over the Mojave Desert. In the past, it had been a hard time for Beans, but today it was different. The water supply was secured again, thanks to Rango, and, by implication, the existence of her ranch too.
She looked wistfully through the window of her house. It was early afternoon and the sun shone extremely hot as always. But yet she wasn't going to go to Dirt today. She had spent so much time with Rango all weeks that she had almost neglected her duties. Now she wanted to be alone for a while and to gently recall all the excitements. Rango would have liked to keep her company, but he had his duties too and could not always be present for her. In the city that would still have been possible because he had his office there, but he could only go to her ranch when there was no work to do.
Beans understood this too well, since Bill had been causing a lot of trouble lately. Last week he had caused a commotion in the saloon, the other time harassment of strangers and in the end even an attack on Rango.
She shook her head disapprovingly. Wherever Bill went, he just made trouble.
She strolled thoughtfully into the living room, where she dropped onto the sofa. She didn't want to think about these rascals today anymore. Just relax. For the next two days she wanted nothing more than relaxing.

Beans had just finished her dinner when dusk came.
With singing hum, she cleaned the table and went to the kitchen. She pumped water into a wash basin to wash the dishes there. The lizard had just dipped the first plate into the hot water when she thought she heard strange noises outside. The girl paused in surprise. First, she thought it was just the wind. But when she listened more closely, she realized that it was the peccary in the barn who grunted restlessly.
The lizard girl tried to ignore it and went back to work. But her draft animal didn't want to rest. Was there something wrong outside?
With a sigh, she put the dishes out of her hand, dried her wet hands on the apron and went into the living room. Although she feared nothing bad, but she took her rifle off the holder as a precaution, checked the safety catch and took it to the front door. With tensed hand, she reached for the handle and pushed the door open. But her feet couldn't cross the threshold.
She let out a stifling cry when a shadow appeared in front of her suddenly. Hastily she leveled her rifle, but the flash of a revolver in the corridor light petrified her.