A woman stepped out of the stagecoach. She was as beautiful as the western sun. I relaxed a little but not competley. After all, she could be a bounty hunter. &quot;Who're ya?&quot; I demanded. She treated me to a green-eyed glare that could of killed a cactus. &quot;Who's askin'?&quot; she demanded right back. Her voice would have caused weaker men to flinch. It's a good thing I'm not a weaker man. &quot;Me.&quot; She raised an eyebrow and looked as if she was contemplating murder. Even though the sun was blazing hot it suddenly felt a lot colder. I took her silence as an oppertunity to check her out. She was tall, slim, and well muscled, as if she wasn't a stranger to work. She had two pistols strapped to her hips suggesting she was quick on the draw. &quot;The name's Tanya.&quot; &quot;What?&quot; I asked startled. &quot;My. Name. Is. Tanya. Are. You. Deaf?&quot; she spoke sarcatically. To my surprise and eternal embarassment, I blushed. 2007-10-01T11:11:39Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/10546 <p>I enjoyed the sequel. Nicely done!</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/10546?basename=15313 2007-10-01T11:11:39Z YodaOnCrack http://ficlets.com/authors/yodaoncrack <p>Thanx. :) I like to keep my girls original.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/10546?basename=15255 2007-10-01T01:13:51Z Lone Writer http://ficlets.com/authors/solopen <p>Whata Dame. I love western tales, you created an original in Tanya,- beautiful as the western sun, what a line!!</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/10546?basename=15250 2007-10-01T01:08:59Z SKermitgorf http://ficlets.com/authors/kermitgorf