Lily looked about the bar, her action bringing far more reaction than she anticipated; narrowing her eyes she pushed the hammer of her revolver back forwards disengaging it from firing position. Slowly sliding it back into the leather holster on her right hip looking down as she did for a slight moment, her eyes coming up along with a closed fist aimed straight for the shouting Indians right jaw. A surprising amount of power packed behind a woman of her size, throwing the blow from her shoulder with a slight twist of her forearm to add impact force; the amount of power in combination with the whiskey she drank giving her a slight stumble as she swung. A small brass case flying from her vest pocket and tumbling across the floor loudly, a chain attached to the end dragging as it did so; figuring a brawl was less likely to end with her being shot dead by any of the interrupters. Not that she was necessarily worried about it killing a white woman for attacking an Indian? Not a smart play in any part of the country.

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