"Damn. Where did she come from?" says Russell. He looks around at the hell she let loose. " Who ever pissed her off first must have been one unlucky son of a bitch. Well, goes to show. Dynamite come in small packages. There is no point for me, being here any more." Russell goes to his table, collects his hat and winchester rifle and leaves the tavern. "I think I need to learn how to break in a horse. But first, I need a job. Damn coach company for firing me. "  Russell thinks for a bit. "I know. Bounty hunter." Russell heads to the sheriff's office for bounties.