The Woman With the Black Revolver (normal story)

 (Credits): 

--written by thewriter197 

--employed by Rocklion3000 

--Paid $300 for cowboy writing project 

--This is a piece from the cowboy story I was working on. I have changed the plot  

around a little to make the scene have a more soothing experience. You will read one  

of the scenes from that story with a new concept. The story was written in a script and novel form.

                                                           
               The Woman With the Black Revolver (normal story)

(Scene 2 Part 3: Tata Gets a Slap):

4 meters apart from the horse, Tata stands there in silence. A corpse lie on the ground near her feet. She looks down a shadow alleyway pass. It leads to a religious structure in view. Wind blows on the back of her ears. Hissing the sound of quiet. Her black hair glides with it. Ever so slowly. The revolver is removed. Black and cold metal with the beige hilt. One more spin and then its put away. The cigarette lights in the mouth. Smoke blows outward. She takes a breath and waits. Two men appear. One puts a palm on her ass. One unlucky man.

Tata:  aaaahhh,

[Action]:  Tata turns around to face stranger. Looks at two unarmed men. Then, Holds on the handle of her black revolver.

Rice:  Hi

Tata:  You did that??

Rice:  We were just passing to the bar. Your mistaken miss.

Tata:  You don’t know huh.

Tata:  You see the gun. You see.

Tata:  ………………………………………..

Rice:  Look pretty. We don’t know what your talking about it. Excuse us, we have to leave.

Hector:  Yes, just passing here. Your mind might being playing tricks.  Mind tends to trick people in this desert.

Tata:  I understand. I understand precisely.

[Action]:  Tata puts the gun away and turns. She stands there for a few seconds. Only took them a few seconds to try hitting her ass again. Hector sneaks up.

Tata:  So it you.

Hector:  Uhhh , there something on your shoes. I had to get it off the feet there haha.

Tata:  hahhahahhahah, not funny.

[Action]:  Bang, bang. Smoke escapes the pistol. She breathes out.

Tata:  I would of left you alone if you would of stopped. I don't like being touched by men I don't give permission.

Tata:  ……………………….

Tata returns to her steed. Puts one leg over the saddle and pulls the horse brace. Red eyes dart forward. Short black hair moves slow. She thinks about this job being the last bad job. She's tired of killing people. Its not the peaceful life she wanted when she was a child. These things need a change. Part of her wants to keep robbing people and part of her wants it to stop. Her hips rotate. The horse trots on all four legs. Making a quiet sound and feeling the light dirt beneath it. Her hair blows with the horse and she pulls out another white stick.