Rose raised her eyebrows, but she stepped forward and gingerly picked the gun off the ground from where it had skidded to a halt in the dust when Johnny flung it at her. She fumbled for a moment before she managed to empty the chambers, and a breath went out of her she hadn't known she'd been holding.

"Shame," she mused, walking briskly enough towards Rat. "I've still got your wallet, too, sugar." He had, after all, given it to her at the beginning of this insane night—she very much doubted he'd be coming to get it now.

Flipping the now-harmless gun around one finger, Rose cocked a hip, still maintaining a safe distance from Rat but now allowing a satisfied smile to curl her lips.

"Well, Sheriff, I'd say that's one Rat O'Hennessey, alive rather than dead," she called to Charlotte, leaning shakily against the rail of her saloon's porch. "How about you get one of these big, strong men to take care of the shipping and handling and we can talk money, hm?"