Time Traveller
"Who's this gang?" you ask.
The woman looks around, but there's no-one out on the street. She winks at you, adjusting her hat.
"Now that'd be my gang, stranger," she replies, a mysterious smile appearing on her face, "but don't be goin' tellin' the Sheriff that, or I might have to shoot ya!"
"Of course not!" you say, and the woman grins.
"Glad to hear it! So how's about a drink?"
She heads for the saloon, which sounds pretty rowdy.
The woman looks around, but there's no-one out on the street. She winks at you, adjusting her hat.
"Now that'd be my gang, stranger," she replies, a mysterious smile appearing on her face, "but don't be goin' tellin' the Sheriff that, or I might have to shoot ya!"
"Of course not!" you say, and the woman grins.
"Glad to hear it! So how's about a drink?"
She heads for the saloon, which sounds pretty rowdy.