The chaos that broke out was difficult to be described. Astrid still had the smoking revolver in her hand as several bullet rounds hit her from the nearby patrons. When the hail of bullets stopped the people were quite surprised to see Astrid still standing there as if nothing had happened. Astrid paid them no mind as the wounds inflicted by the bullets started to heal. Instead she turned to the prone figure that lay on the poker table. "How long are you going to pretend?" She asked as she watched Heather crack open an eye.

"You always were the shoot first and talk later type." Heather groaned as she stood up much to the patrons' astonishment and dug the bullet out of her chest.

"Be glad that I didn't find any silver bullets." Astrid sneered as her eyes narrowed. "We still have a score to settle."

"You know those hurt like hell." Heather grumbled.

"I should have driven a stake through your heart instead of a bullet."

"Isn't that a bit overreacting?" Heather asked.

"You killed my fiance!" Astrid shouted as she held the gun aimed at Heather's temple. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now!" Neither of the women had noticed that the crowd had fallen silent when Heather had miraculously come back to life.

"There are several" Heather stated "but I doubt you want to hear them now. You're still too caught up in your rage."

"You killed my fiance in cold blood! Why shouldn't I do the same to you now?!" Astrid growled dangerously low as the gun in her hand shook a little. "You fled England not long after." She accused.

"Because I knew you would overreact!" Heather now shouted. "Just look at yourself! You aren't even listening to reason. I did it to save both of us!"

"How do you justify trampling over the trust and respect I gave you?!" Astrid now shouted. "It was two weeks before the wedding Heather! Two weeks!" Tears were now leaking from Astrid's eyes as the gun didn't waver anymore. She clenched the pocket watch in her other hand as she looked at her once friend and mentor. "Hendrik was a sweet man. He would have never told!"

"You're wrong Astrid! You're wrong." Heather shouted. "Has love really blinded you this much!"

"Shut up!" Astrid shouted. "I'm finally going to do what I should have done that night! Rip your throat out!"

"Oh Little bat. You couldn't even see what was right in front of you." Heather gave her a sad look. "I know what I did was drastic but......"

Heather however was interrupted when the saloon doors were slammed open and a large group of men entered with guns blazing. "Reach for the sky!!" The man in front shouted as he shot into the air several times. Heather and Astrid scrambled under a table as the ranchers in the saloon also drew their guns and had a standoff. "Hey! Get your own table!" Astrid hissed as she saw who was next to her.

"I was here first!" Heather hissed back.

"Who did you tick off this time?!" Astrid groaned as she watched the intruders look around. "And what is with that cheese intro line?!"

"Why would you think it was me who did anything?" Heather replied back as she and Astrid stared at the standoff from under the table.

"Heather!! Show yourself ya witch!!" The man shouted to the room and Astrid gave her a look of exasperation.

"Okay,......... I might have put this guy in jail a couple of times." Heather admitted.

"Is this China all over again?" Astrid asked as she was getting angrier at these men that had just barged in when she was going to have her revenge.

"I might have also sent some of his men through a wall or two." Heather admitted.

"Can't you leave one continent without causing trouble?!" Astrid hissed as she took out her other revolver. "The Russian situation was bad enough!"

"I said I was sorry about that!! Why do you keep bringing that up?" Heather hissed. "How was I supposed to know what that man's intentions were?"

"You nearly sold me to a Circus!"

"Heather get yourself out from under that table and face me like a man!" The man, waving the revolvers, now shouted after having spotted them.

Heather poked her head out and shouted "Technically I'm a woman, but if you swing that way........" She ducked back under the table as several bullets were aimed at them. One of the bullets grazed Astrid's shoulder and she hissed.

"Silver?!" She groaned as the wound healed much more slowly. "Guess I now know who bought all the silver bullets."

"Heather come out so I can kill ya!" Astrid had had enough upon hearing that. She came out from under the table and holstered her revolvers.

"You!" she hissed in a deadly tone as she threw the table at his men. "Listen here! Heather is mine to kill!!"

"Who the hell are you?!" The man sneered as he looked Astrid up and down with disinterest.

"Look, I was here first so I get to kill her." Astrid reasoned. "I would advise you and your men to back off."

"Who does this woman think she is, ordering us around?" One of the underlings questioned. "Listen here darling, do you even know who this is?"

Astrid grumbled and rubbed her brow in irritation. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"Oh no." Heather's eyes widened before she shouted "Every man, woman, and child for themselves!! Get out of here!!"

'And she called me dramatic once.' Astrid thought, trying not to roll her eyes, as she stared down the intruders.

"Let's teach this woman who's boss around here." One of the scruffy looking underlings grinned, and Astrid thought 'Why do they always choose the hard way?'

Sometime later the Sheriff of Dodge City marched up to the saloon that had gathered a crowd outside. "What is all this commotion about?" He asked one of the men that stood on the sidelines.

"Bar fight. Nasty bar fight." The man mumbled and the crowd winced as someone was thrown outside through one of the still intact windows.

"And none of ya thought to call me?!"

"It's Heather Sheriff and another woman." Some in the crow explained.

"Dear Lord. There are two of them now?!!" The Sheriff groaned as the very loud sound of various glass bottles breaking could be heard.

"Well there goes the stock of sarsaparilla." He heard someone near him comment. It was quiet for a while and then the saloon doors, or what was left of the saloon doors, opened to reveal Heather dragging a somewhat unconscious Astrid behind her.

"Heather what did you do this time?" The Sheriff asked as he took off his head to wipe his brows, revealing a mop of orange-red hair.

"Nothing Dagur!"

"Heather you might be my sister but you have got to stop destroying my town. Especially the booze carrying part of town." The Sheriff grumbled. "Wait....... Is that Astrid?"

"Yup, now help me get her to the Inn."

When Astrid woke up she found that she was lying in a bed. "Ah sleeping beauty awakens." A voice said to her right causing Astrid to whip her head around.

"Dagur?!" Astrid's eyes widened. "What are you doing here? Weren't you in Ireland?"

"I wanted to try my luck out west a couple of years ago. Ended up running into my sister."

"Where is Heather?!" Astrid asked as she looked around the small room.

"Don't bother, she already skipped town." Dagur told her. "She said to tell you that she'll find you in a couple of decades once you've cooled off. Her words not mine." He quickly added upon seeing Astrid's less than pleased look. "You took quite a number of silver bullets too."

"Astrid I don't know exactly what happened between you two, but if Heather doesn't want to be found then you know it's useless." Dagur told her. "And really, both of you are giving me a bad name."

"Because we totalled the saloon?"

"No, because I'm supposed to be the deranged one in the family." Astrid lifted a brow but said nothing as Dagur went on a rant of the virtues of his deranged mind. 'Typical Dagur' she thought while lying back in bed.