Reaching up, she lifted the revolver from the holster, then got down and pushed the chair back.
She pressed the release catch and tilted the cylinder out. There were five rounds in the chambers. She turned the cylinder halfway around and clicked it back in place. She glanced at herself in the vanity mirror.
"Nobody messes with this little black duck." She pointed the heavy pistol at her image with both hands and said, "Badow, badoww!"
Spot looked up as Janey came out. Janey was carrying something. Sunlight glinted from it. He cocked his head. Janey said, "Okay, buster. You wanted a piece of me? Well, you're gonna get it. You had your chance and you blew it."
She lifted the pistol with both hands and pointed it at Spot.
"Wurf?" Spot tensed, his tail twitching. He trotted to one side, and when Janey took a fresh bead on him, he scrambled back the other way. The next time Spot tried to elude her, Janey tracked him and squeezed the trigger. The blast set up a ringing in her ears. The recoil yanked her arms up over her head, sprawling her on her backside in the grass while the neighborhood bloomed with racketing echoes.
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