One had a couple of gold teeth and she beat them out of his head with the grip of her pistol.

Jesus Helguera Maria looked around but no one wanted to fight her. No one wanted to arrest her or ask her what she’d done or why she’d done it. No one liked the two bastards from the south. Everyone was a bit afraid of them and they were just waiting for them to go away. Maria had done them all a service.
She dug through the men’s clothing and found money and some little items from the church. She took their six shooters and dagas and stuffed them in her gun belt. One had a couple of gold teeth and she beat them out of his head with the grip of her pistol. She dumped the teeth in the glass of mescal to clean them and then put them in her pocket.
She regarded the barman and gave him some of the money from the dead men. She wanted to compensate him for the mess. She nodded to him and he nodded back. He seemed to have a just discernible look of satisfaction on his face as he waited for Maria to do whatever it was that she was going to do next. He had no interest in getting her riled. She turned and walked out. Maria's Trail