Their foe had an arm around Modi’s neck, and was plunging a short, double-edged sword, held blade down, into John’s new teammate’s chest. John�...s strike angled to miss the rifle strapped to the Mer-man’s back, without even registering what he’d seen. High-pitched panting added an additional layer to the sudden noise of combat.The Tooth severed the Mer-man’s head from his neck with the first blow. Not pausing, John skipped sideways and planted her spike into the back of a second Mer-man who had. 00 pm they purchased some dresses and footware which they were trying and i was the judge desided which looked better and stunning it was great to see them display themselves in beautifull dresses again it was dinner time we went to a resturant in forum only at the back of my mind I had worked out to take them to a movie we were having dinner and I suggwested that we should watch a movie and the daughter was intrested so they agreed and we went to a telegu movie the daughter was in the corner. That bastard sheriff had thrown his Kate in a cell with at least four other nasty looking pieces of work from the saloon for causing a near-riot about some new Mexican whores sent up to keep the cowboys happy at the end of the trail. The problem was mainly because those untrained girls didn’t have a firm grasp of English and seemed to have a propensity to keep repeating the words, “Si!” and “Dinero!” over and over again. Those cowboys understood “Si!” all right but, strangely, they were stuck. " Ah, shit, Marshal! Ya ain't funnin' me, are ya?" No, 'fraid not. 'Bout the only other thin' it's good fer is funnin' some poor soul. Give it to somebody an' let 'im think that ya jus' gave away a gold nugget. Then ya strike it with steel an' watch the sparks fly. Ya'll either git a laugh or a bullet fer yer trouble!" Sol grinned at his own joke and handed the rock back to the cowboy."Well, shit, Marshal. It was fun while it lasted! I'm obliged ta ya fer keepin' me from looking like a fool any.