The Lady With A Gun

" Did your mother not tell you it was rude to point your pistol at a lady?" Her soft voice gently passed through the tense air. Her hat obscured the four musketeers view of her face. Her right leg was crossed over her left as she slouched in the old wooden seat. Her pistol was set on the table as she picked up her mug of ale and drank a gulp from it.

" Did yours never tell you it was rude to try and kill a man?" One of the musketeers said.

" Save, Save, I saved your life from them. If I wanted to kill you." She said putting the mug onto the table, "You'd already be bleeding on the floor."

" Is that right?" Another one said.

" Yes." She replied

"And just who are you? Madam." The tallest one asked. The Lady stood up from her seat and turned to face the men. Her face was still covered by her hat as she then dipped into a theatrical bow with one arm out and another tucked over her belly.

" Lady Renee De La Fontaine. At your service" She spoke before standing up straight, her hat now lifted from her face.

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Lady Renee De La Fontaine lost her home and family when the Spanish attacked many years ago. Determined to never be taken advantage of again, she trained in the art of fighting. She taught herself to shoot and fight. Now she wonders France as a fighter for hire.

What happens when she bumps into four musketeers whilst on a job in Paris? Will she catch the eyes of a certain musketeer? Will she be able to keep both her feet to the ground?