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“Put the boy down, Harvey. Be a real man,” the sheriff said as he positioned his hands, to be sure he’s ready for the shootout just in case his enemy breaks the orders.
“Just like in the movies, isn’t it?” ol’ Harvey mocked. “The bandits run away, and the sheriff makes them pay. But in real life, no one can catch me!”
“Pardon me, grandpa?”
A feminine voice suddenly came, butting in Harvey and the officer’s duel. Harvey looked behind only to find out that his comrades now lied on the floor unconscious. Behind him was Summers, proudly holding the gangsters’ weapons.
“Curse you, little…!” he yelled.
As Harvey took the chance of gunning down Tyler, the kid rapidly swayed his right leg upwards, swiftly kicking Harvey’s delicate face that left him screaming in pain. Tyler escaped and grabbed the weapon from his captor and aimed it at him.
“You can drop that gun now, Hunter…It’s over.” The blue-haired claimed.
The deputies at last put the bullet-proofed handcuffs on Harvey’s hands which were especially made for the convict himself.
“Well, whaddya know?” the woman smiled, taunting. “You paid for it, old man! Just like in the movies!” she added, slowly waving her forefinger.
Harvey only growled. “This is not over yet, lady. Our match is only about to begin…”
Soon the townspeople hoorayed for the most-wanted criminals were finally arrested. They thanked the officers as well as Summers for doing a job well done. And as for the officers themselves, they also gave their gratitude to the blue-haired lady.
“Thanks for helping us stop those felons,” one of the deputies told Shrewd whose face never gloomed, even after that rumbling riot.
“The sheriff will assist you to get your reward at the congress. By the way, my name’s Harris,” the deputy added and offered his hand. At first Summers felt uneasy giving her name, but since she wasn’t really involved with the crime and she was long forgotten, introducing herself was quite safe for now.
The deputy’s words got the sheriff curious. For his entire life, he never saw nor even knew a heroine in Sendsand Town, nor was there a lady who joined in duels in the mentioned place. There was no woman in history that ever held a gun; except for one whom he knew very well. Could it be—her?
…But that’s impossible, the officer thought, because that woman he knew well would never come back to him. Nevertheless, he carried on.
“So, our hero is a woman, eh?” the sheriff asked. “What's her name?”
“She hesitated telling me at first,” the deputy stated.
“…Her name was Summers Shrewd.”
“Just like in the movies, isn’t it?” ol’ Harvey mocked. “The bandits run away, and the sheriff makes them pay. But in real life, no one can catch me!”
“Pardon me, grandpa?”
A feminine voice suddenly came, butting in Harvey and the officer’s duel. Harvey looked behind only to find out that his comrades now lied on the floor unconscious. Behind him was Summers, proudly holding the gangsters’ weapons.
“Curse you, little…!” he yelled.
As Harvey took the chance of gunning down Tyler, the kid rapidly swayed his right leg upwards, swiftly kicking Harvey’s delicate face that left him screaming in pain. Tyler escaped and grabbed the weapon from his captor and aimed it at him.
“You can drop that gun now, Hunter…It’s over.” The blue-haired claimed.
The deputies at last put the bullet-proofed handcuffs on Harvey’s hands which were especially made for the convict himself.
“Well, whaddya know?” the woman smiled, taunting. “You paid for it, old man! Just like in the movies!” she added, slowly waving her forefinger.
Harvey only growled. “This is not over yet, lady. Our match is only about to begin…”
* * *
Soon the townspeople hoorayed for the most-wanted criminals were finally arrested. They thanked the officers as well as Summers for doing a job well done. And as for the officers themselves, they also gave their gratitude to the blue-haired lady.
“Thanks for helping us stop those felons,” one of the deputies told Shrewd whose face never gloomed, even after that rumbling riot.
“The sheriff will assist you to get your reward at the congress. By the way, my name’s Harris,” the deputy added and offered his hand. At first Summers felt uneasy giving her name, but since she wasn’t really involved with the crime and she was long forgotten, introducing herself was quite safe for now.
* * *
“Sir, our hero is a woman,” Harris reported the sheriff as he walked outside the saloon. “I saw her stop the gangsters before me. She was really good!”The deputy’s words got the sheriff curious. For his entire life, he never saw nor even knew a heroine in Sendsand Town, nor was there a lady who joined in duels in the mentioned place. There was no woman in history that ever held a gun; except for one whom he knew very well. Could it be—her?
…But that’s impossible, the officer thought, because that woman he knew well would never come back to him. Nevertheless, he carried on.
“So, our hero is a woman, eh?” the sheriff asked. “What's her name?”
“She hesitated telling me at first,” the deputy stated.
“…Her name was Summers Shrewd.”
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