“Instead a shootin’ that hat off a’your head I shoulda been aimin’ just a little lower to ensure there’d be no more rats like you roamin’ around.” Faye slowly meandered in Arliss’ direction. “Whatcha lookin’ at me like that for?” He murmured. “Because I’m gonna kill you, Mr. Black.” Faye raised her revolver. “We ain’t gonna be playin’ that game again are we, it’s just a little childish don’tcha think?”
“Not really when you think about it, it wasn’t until after our little duel of sport that I real, ized that I used up all my bullets scept one and all you have to do is guess which chambers its in.” Faye taunted. “Come on now, Miss Faye, you had every opportunity to kill me, so why even bother now.” He shrugged. “So you don’t believe me, do ya? I would if I was you.” She nodded. “Is this really necessary?” He said. “I guess you think I ain’t got it in me, well you’re wrong.” Faye cocked the revolver and fired, but the chamber was empty. “Well ain’t you one lucky s.o.b.; well now, let’s just how lucky you really are.” Just as Faye was about to raise her gun, she was intercepted by Kalib who approached her from behind and grabbed the pistol from her hand and shots rang out into the ceiling snapping the chandelier from its stem causing to fall to the floor and breaking.
When she heard the commotion in the bar, Miss Monette came pouring out screamin’ and hollering. “What’s all of this noise I keep hearin’?” She shouted. “Sorry, Miss Mona, it was my gun it must have accidentally misfired? Sorry ’bout your chandelier.” Kaib tipped his hat. “A likely story, Kaib, only your wife could convict you of misfirin’, tell me another one, then maybe I might believe you.” Faye decided to step up to Monette and serve her a helping of the truth. “It wasn’t Kalib who shot out your chandelier, it was me, all I was tryin’ to do was scare Arliss, for what he done to my husband.” Faye said. “And how is this possible, why my darlin’ Arliss would never harm a fly; tell her what you say to people any time somebody accesses you of killin’ someone, my lambchop.” Kalib who was standing right beside Arliss jabbed him in the ribs. “By the way she’s singing your praises I can only assume somebody got lucky.”
“A true gentleman never reveals a thing especially if it’ll get him punched in the face.”
“Yeah well who wouldn’t pay to see that.” Ross interjected. Arliss planted his hand in his face and pushed him away. “Number one I doubt I ever met your husband and secondly, I ain’t never not killed nobody.” He shouted. “The only thing I wanna know, Miss Faye, is who’s this phantom husband of yours?” Ross asked. “Josiah Jessup.”