The Girl
How does a lovely young lady like yourself always manage to get into so much trouble? Easy enough, I suppose, when you go looking for it.
For once your stupid oaf of a brother, Glenn, had made some pretty good sense. The two of you had been running a smooth con game up and down the Mississippi ever since your momma passed on from the yellow fever twelve years ago. When you started landing some big scores by bilking well-mannered, upstanding citizens out of some of their inheritance, you also gained some notoriety. The sheriff who recognized you in Memphis was none too pleased when you took Glenn up on his suggestion to pack up your things and head out west to get a fresh start.
Everything seemed to blow over quite nicely until you crossed into Nevada.
You started out running the usual small scams, but before you knew it, you were getting awfully close to this local businessman by the name of Reginald Sawthorne. The game was, you work your way into the heart of some wealthy, hedonistic do-gooder, and then your ‘husband’ Glenn shows up and threatens to spill the whole sordid story unless the mark coughed up the hush money. You had it down. It was flawless. Except this time, the mark turned out to be related to one of the biggest dirt bags this side of Texas, Hollis Sawthorne.
So without any real warning, you found yourself being escorted to the Sawthorne ranch in California where Glenn was going to be forced to work in the mines, and you were going to be peddled like a common whore. Can you imagine?!
Fortunately you caught wind of an opportunity and struck a deal with that wily bastard Hollis before things got any further out of hand. Although you must say, a strong wind would have been nice. There is nothing worse than sallying up to a man who has breath fouler than the Louisiana bayou!
The deal was simple, your freedom for a revolver. Return this special weapon with words etched into the barrel to Hollis, and both you and Glenn would be off the hook. It reeked of double cross, but you didn’t have much choice. A prostitute indeed!
Glenn was staying with Sawthorne for insurance while you relieved this particular nine-fingered collector of one of his most prized possessions. The question was, what angle were you going to use?
Apparently there was a big poker game being organized in Pokerstown, and your target, a gritty fellow with a snake tattoo on his right wrist, was join to show sometime during the game. Lifting a revolver from him shouldn’t be too difficult. You’ve certainly done it before.
You just hope he’s bathed recently. And then once you have some leverage, you’ll deal with that smelly son of a bitch Hollis once and for all.