Cowboys And Angels

"Calm down cowboy, I can fight better than all of you." I spit at Drew.

I watch furiously as a few of the men scoff. I lift my skirt up and pull the knife from my thigh. They all look at me slightly shocked before Billy asks. "Connie, darling, you better put that down. You wouldn't want to play with things you can't handle."

Billy puts the whiskey bottle to his lips, mocking me. I grab the bottle form him and throw it forcefully across the room before I bring the knife to his throat, before he can blink.

Every man in the room stops. And openly stares, I can't help but smirk at there surprise. I lean down to Billy's ear. "This is my town to, and I'm going to fight for it."

"You best drop that knife darling." Billy says from behind the knife. His voice slurs angrily from the alcohol. And before anyone can react I push the blade into his throat. Blood spraying onto the table and into every one else's shots.

"Anyone else have a problem with me fighting for what's mine?"