One Round Only: The

Jeremia has had enuff o' this. A deafenin' roar rises from her custom six-shooter as she fires all six chambers near simow-, sumultinis-, simultanayus-, simutarneo-, su-, simt-, she fires all six chambers near at the same time, and the stupid hat that the entire cast of the Ringley Freak Show Circus Extraordinaire seemed t' be fightin' over falls to the ground, riddled with holes.

She slowly, quietly reloads her revolver as she stares them down and begins to ask them jest what in the sulphurous pits OF THE DIVIL'S RED ASS IS GOIN' ON? NOW, WOULD IT BE TOO MUCH TER ASK FOR ALLA YOU TO STOP TRAIPSIN' AROUN' LIKE A BUNCH OF IMBYCILLIC GOATS, NOT PAYIN' HALF AN ATTENTION TO ANY OF THE DUNG YER BUSY BURYIN' YER FACES IN? ALL SHE WANTED WAS TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN, SHOOT A FEW PEOPLE, BUT NOW SHE'S STARTIN' TER THINK THAT SHE MIGHT JUST BE DOIN' THEM, AND THE WORLD, A SERVICE.

As a matter of fact, she's pretty sure she's gonna shoot anyone who doesn't get on up out her way, right now. That's what The wanted, right? Fast.