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The last words she heard from the Major rang in her ears, “I seem to recall a story about a young girl who was born again, from the ashes of her life. I figure, she’d be about your age. Have you heard this one? No?” His teeth had glinted in the lamplight as the echo of gunfire grew louder.
“Now, from what I remember, and my memory aint what it used to be, this little lass escaped from her home as it burned to the ground. The bodies of her family, murdered before her innocent eyes, were quickly consumed by the flames as the roof beams crashed down upon their blackened bones.”
His grim smile had sent her mind reeling and his words continued, “Now as I was saying, this callow lady escaped with her life while the stink of her parent’s roasting flesh billowed around her. But she didn’t leave empty handed. Oh no. From what I hear, she left with her father’s pistol and it was still hot from the fire. Stories say that the cross in the grip burned its way into her left palm and she didn’t even notice.”
Her hand had closed reflexively as she tried to look away.
But still his voice droned on, “She went on and took down the entire gang that was responsible. Murdered every single one of the bastards, this little girl did. One hell of a killing spree and rightfully so. But here’s where the story gets strange.”
His eyes lit into her soul, “Seemed she had a taste for the violence, for the death. She went after anyone on a poster and everyone of ‘em came back dead. It got so bad that she ended up on one of them posters herself.”
The spark of a match being lit made her flinch. As he blew it out, he had smiled at her reaction. “She disappeared for a while before she was seen again at a Wild West show.” Dark mischief curdled the words, “You sure you’ve never heard this tale before?”
But she knew this story well… too well. Her memories invaded her mind and dragged her kicking and screaming back into them and wouldn’t let her pull free. She was lost in the past as she stumbled away from the burning building Tuco had caged her in.
The heat of the flames licking its sides warmed the sands under her bare feet.