Jess sat on the back of a tall light brown stallion, a thick coil of rope wrapped tightly about her throat; its end secured to a rather thick branch. Three men standing about the tree each armed with guns of their own, along with her silver plated revolvers; her hands bound behind her back by the wrists with rope as well a small two inch knife sliding across the rope slowly cutting into it. Her lips lifted up into an unworried smirk, a fourth unarmed man standing to the left of the large horse had his hands over his head being held at gunpoint by one of the three would be hangers; the leader of the tiny band raising his voice up while staring at Jess.

"You won't be getting away this time, any last words?"

She turned her head squinting softly into the suns setting rays, looking as if she was in deep thought; looking back towards the man to her left then at the leader of the group. Raising her own voice her southern accent obvious and well fitting her appearance, wearing simple steel toed boots, a pair of brown pants, a white button up dotted with muck and a leather sleeveless vest which buttoned in the center.

"Well shit, Jose I never was much of a poet." 

The man unamused by her calm demeanor and lack of fear began to count down from three, his unoccupied second raising his hand just over the hind quarters of the horse ready to send it running off and Jess to a short drop and her death, but as soon as he got to three the man with the gun to his head suddenly burst into action. Grasping the barrel of the pistol against his head and twisting it towards the holder, his instinct to pull the trigger leading to his own death; exactly as she managed to slice through her bonds. The man to her left tossing the pistol quickly into her open hand, with a single pull of the trigger the leader of the group hit the ground; his blood spraying from the wound in a light mist. The final captor firing two rounds into Jess' accomplice the stallion bolting from beneath her causing the rope to constrict around her throat, body swinging wide straight into the final man; Jess rapidly wrapped her legs around his upper torso pressing the pistol into his skull and reliving him of his brain. 

Her body of course still hung from the tree, dropping the gun and grasping at the extended rope trying to slice through the thick rope with the tiny blade; grunting and kicking her feet around in an attempt to catch the tree trunk, her motions getting slower and slower as her face went red. The knife slipping from her grasp as her arms dropped, head slouching as she lost consciousness; swinging slowly in the breeze before the rope gave way its fibers unable to hold her full weight as she had sliced almost half way through the rope. Jess' body hitting the ground with a solid thud, the noose still coiled around her throat though no longer choking her; her lungs expanding to welcome the air eyes bolting open as she sat up looking around at the bodies around her. Standing slowly, leaning against the tree as she pulled the rope off her neck its tightness having left rope burn all the way around her neck; Lily walked over to the former leader and pulled both her revolvers from his gun belt. The silver plating glinting in the sun as she tucked them under her arms, grasping her Winchester from where it balanced against the tree; sitting down with her back pressed to its thick trunk closing her eyes for a moment the rifle cradled in her arms.