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Blood On The Saddle (Dr. Nibbles & Vixxa Violet)

Vixxa Violet

Super-Earth
Joined
Nov 15, 2012
Violet Paige. That's what they called her. She was as stone cold as any other outlaw in the old west. Locks. That was her specialty. Nobody in 2,000 miles could crack a safe faster than her. And she was ruthless. They say she once killed four men with one bullet without even looking up from her card game. Of course, that was a long time ago. That was before she crossed Jesse Bigham, The Phantom of New Mexico.

"This has got to be the longest, worst day of my life," Violet said with a huff as she kneeled down behind a rock. Her eyes winced and she hissed as she pulled her hand away from her side. Blood had seeped onto her hand through her favorite white shirt. She'd been shot, but she'd had worse before, she'd live.

Gathering herself quickly, she dug into the stinging desert sand with her battered and bruised bare hands. Around her wrist dangled a tiny leather pouch. She unzipped it and carefully shook it into her hand, depositing a single diamond. Violet smiled as it glinted the sun's reflection on her face. It was all worth it. With one quick motion, she popped the diamond in her mouth, zipped up the pouch and dropped it into the hole. After quickly burying it she looked around to check for landmarks and if anybody had followed her.

The sounds of gunshots in the valley behind her began to die off along with the screaming agony of their victims, whoever was left fighting by now were the victors, but she had her prize. With a little chuckle she brought herself back to her feet, patting dust off her black leather chaps and fixing her cowboy hat on top of her tossed head of tangled red hair.

Pressing her hand back to her bloody wound, she began limping towards... well... wherever. It was all over, she just had to make it out of this last battle zone alive.
 
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