Mr.Clean Cut laughed. “Just come down, sweetie.” He was really creeping me out then, and I told him so.
“The boss said come down, girlie!” growled Mustacio. Now that kind of talk I understood. I began to climb down, forcing myself not to think of the guns.
“Hold it right there!” I froze about halfway down, twisting around to see a real hunter approaching. He held an old fashioned gun pointed at Mr.CC’s head. I drew a breath, watching as the posse’s guns rose as one to point at the hunter.
“Now this is what’s going to happen.” said the Hunter. “She-” he pointed at me-”is going to come down nice a proper, and stand beside me.” I dropped the last few feet to the ground and walked with my hands up to the hunter. How had I gotten myself into this?
“Good. Now, we are going to walk away, and you are not going to shoot, or pretty boy here is going to get it, you hear?”
“You realize,” said the pretty boy in question, “That we are going to shoot as soon as you get out of the range of that gun of yours?”