There are five bullets in this gun but I only need one...

Maria stood up and leaned forward. She pressed her silver hideout gun against the severe looking man’s nose and cocked the hammer back. “I know how to count to five, gringo. There are five bullets in this gun but I only need one to send you to hell.” Maria glanced over at the whore who’d come to her defense. “Lady, go get my six shooters, bring them here.” The whore quickly, happily, did as she was told.
Maria holstered one and now had the other cocked and pointed at the severe looking man’s partner. “I don’ play for fun, boys. If you don’ wanna lose money, you maybe should play with matchsticks or beans. Tha’s how I learned.” She called out behind her. “Gringo barman, get aroun’ here where I can see you.” He did and now Maria slowly backed out of the bar. She made it past the skinny whore swinging above her in the cage, who was grinning broadly at the outlaw Mexicana. She kissed her palm and then blew it at Maria, looking on in delight.
The men were not finished with Maria. One of the bouncers appeared, a big ten-gauge pointed at her head. She looked him over. “Don’ do this, gringo. They don’ pay you enough.” The man didn’t move. “Please, gringo, don’ make it so you go to hell tonight.” He remained unmoving and Maria regretted having to kill him. Maria's Trail
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