(Yea sorry about that, just got really busy)

Mary-Ann was sitting in the corner of the saloon with the rim of her hat over her eyes. Hearing the gunshots come from outside she looks over at Butch. A bullet would wize pass her head knocking down a picture on the wall. Standing up she walks over to Butch and kneels down beside her, pulling out her pistol "Need some help stranger?" she says with a soft smile.