Six Sentence Sunday

If only she had her gun.  A lot of good it did her hidden away  at home.  The proud look on Papa's face at seeing her dressed in her finery flashed through her thoughts, he'd been so impressed. She could only imagine the uproar if she had appeared with a revolver strapped to her hip. Despite her tenuous situation, she chucked, but her levity lasted only a second before reality slapped her in the face.
Her life was in danger.







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