"Cant do that Sue." She said, smiling as she sat the guitar down, "That would have me goin out at an old age, singin in some bar, dyin in my bed." She lit pulled a cigar out of her jacket pocket and lit it, let the words hang for a moment before taking a puff and exhaling through her nose, "That ain't me. I'm a gunslinger Sue, and a wicked one, the only way we go out is full of bullet holes." She took another puff of her cigar, "Back when I was younger, and I believed that bein a bad person and doin bad things was for good reason, we used to sing this song. I didn't write this one, Billy did, you may recognize that name." she winked, "Take a listen, because this one is older than I am." She picked up the guitar, then looked up to the sky, for a moment, "This one is for all of my fallen friends, outlaws we were, but we called ourselves freedom fighters." A tear ran down her cheek as she strummed her guitar and sang a much more somber song. Her emotions poured out of her soul as she cried and sang the song.