“I’m gonna need you to reach for the sky right about now,” Dixie Biggins chomped on her cigar while her double colt revolvers were pointed at the forehead of the teller at the bank of a dust bowl of a town outside of Reno in the year of our lord eighteen hundred and ninety-six, “Make with the bounty and be quick about it.”
Her partner Patty Jinx, big broad shouldered and holding the sawed off stepped light footed around the customers who quivered at the realization that the two most wanted outlaws in Nevada had come for their gold and coin. Bloody thirsty bandits. Badlands survivalists. Raised on pain and pistols. Daughters of hooligan wild men, former Yanks from Illinois who abandoned their posts and retreated to the wilderness.
The teller shook uncontrollably as he put the money from the safe into Dixie’s saddle bags. Sweat beaded on his brow and he prayed to God above for his life. “Easy does it bank man, no need to buck. Pack up dem saddle bags and we’ll be out you fine people’s way, post haste,” Dixie noticed the youngster with his mother shaking in horror, “Have no fear bright eyes, we ain’t here for no bloodshed. It’s almost done,” she looked at the boy’s mother, “Ma’am.”
Dixie had the bank teller toss the saddle bags over her shoulder while she still trained one of her colts on him. The other moved horizontally across the room keeping all in there aware of her roving eye. Plus there was Jinx. Nobody wanted to cross Jinx. Dixie was known to be lenient, almost downright humble, but when Jinx rose up her double barrels, there’s no two ways about it, Jinx was menacing.
There wasn’t a fuss, nobody wanted any part of these two gals. They moved quickly and Dixie wished them all a good day. As they made their way out, Jinx saw a man in a black hat with a rifle cross past the window, as Dixie crossed the threshold of the front door she fire both of her barrels through the wall between the window and the doorway.
The shot blasted through the wood framed bank shoving the man with the rifle and black hat off the bank’s front deck and into the street bloody and screaming. The set up was in.
“Everybody down!” Dixie yelled as she dove back into the bank.
The people who moments earlier were asked to reach for the sky are now diving towards the floor. Firing ensued from the roof tops outside in front of the bank. Bullets cluttered the inside of the bank. The slugs found walls, glass windows, copper bars guarding the teller, steel off of the bank’s safe, an old farmer’s leg, someone’s mule tied up out front, a brightly dressed woman’s derriere, and the chest of that young boy.
The firing stopped.
A mother screamed, her son was killed, shot dead by the lawmen outside. Dixie made with the muscle killing three perched up on top of the Saloon. Jinx popped those barrels through the hole she had just made and finished the man in the black hats blathering.
There’s a voice out in the street. It rolls like a winter storm over a flat land desert cracking and guttural, “Come on out girls! Now let’s keep it easy! These nice people don’t need to see no more violence!”
“Is that you, Clearwater?” Dixie called out over all the screaming.
“It is I…Bloody Clearwater! The law cometh to the! Now let’s be done with this! All this thieving! It can’t stand any longer!”
Jinx kicked in the door of the teller’s box and shoves both her barrels into his snout, “What’s behind this back wall here?”
“Uh uh Miss…I I I…Miss Rollins…her apartment.”
Jinx walked up to the wall and kicked it, her boot heel went right through like it was nothing too serious. She looked at Dixie and they both nodded. Jinx went crazy, lifted up the bank tellers stool and smashed it through the wall. She could see inside the apartment.
“Alright now girls! Beit the hard way then! Send ’em to hell!”
Dixie ran towards the back of the bank where Jinx stood attempting to smash her way into the apartment next door, she took a full leap as the lawmen lit up the bank, slammed into Jinx and the two of them went crashing through the wall into the living room of the apartment next door.
They used the back entrance of Miss Rollins’s apartment. It was a really nice place. Dixie really liked the way she had done the drapes, but if it was up to her she probably would have put the dry bar on the other side of the room…would give it more space.
While Bloody Clearwater and his gang of shields shot up the bank, most likely killing everyone inside, Dixie and Jinx made their way out into the alley, Dixie gave a whistle and their two spotted horses came galloping around the corner. They jumped on their backs and high tailed it out of the there. Through the alley ways south away from the shooting and out of town.
They rode hard for hours, as the sun dropped out of view, they finally felt safe. It was quiet all around. Nothing but Dixie and Jinx and whatever critters were crawling around out there, but no sign of no lawmen. They made their way up into the high ground to camp.
Dixie looked around and felt the calm. She turned to Jinx, “Sounds about right.”