Christiana closed her eyes, preparing for what was to come next, she knew her acrimony for Emerald would be taken even to the after life.

"Where is the gun?" Emerald demanded.

Some of the men cake forward to her with a pistol in their hand. "I will end you myself!"  Emerald collected the small pistol from the hands of one of the men she had hired.

She wiped the mouth of the pistol with a handkerchief with a triumphant glint on her face. "Tonight, I'd get the best sleep of ...