I felt better prepared in case of more trouble. I walked outside, saw another masked man waiting with the horses and shot him down too. There was little to be done in this era but I tried to help. It was so cute. Well, I rechristened the establishment the “Long Branch Saloon” and started calling myself Miss Kitty. I am here to offer our abject apology and to take you back to your own time.”
“What about me?” Jamal asked. Before you know it, I had people stopping me on the street asking me about their aches and pains. Bill is managing the saloon but he is looking to sell out and get something smaller so he can spend more time with me and the children. Automatics hadn’t been invented yet and it would raise too many other questions which I wasn’t prepared to answer. I had to dispose of all the witnesses. Long Branch Saloon? I peeked through the spy hole and saw Bill, Sam, my new bartender and Mike, the swamper lying facedown on the floor.
