Darla took a puff from her cigar, as the smell of whiskey, and smoke filled the air and her nostrils. She smirked, "[color=6ecff6]Full House, guess Ole' Lady Luck is on my side tonight Boys.[/color]" as she played down her kings over 6's and started to rake in the money, two men from behind the table both reach for their hips, Darla sighed, and quickly, with her left foot kicked the table, rolling her chair backwards. She tucked and ended up on one knee behind them with her own six shooter pointed, "[color=6ecff6]I Won fair and square, and I don't take to kindly to folks tryin to take what I earned, Now you boys made a mistake drawin' those weapons. See you don't know it, but my last names winters, and I twice as good as my daddy, so just put'em down and ill take my cash and go.[/color]" the two stupid men laugh as the boss, shakes his head worriedly. He motions for his men to stand down, and she tips her cap, "[color=6ecff6]Mighty wise decision, mate, I'll take a whiskey before I go, just somethin to soothe the pallets, stupidity leaves a foul taste in my mouth.[/color]" she placed the money on the bar and down her whiskey before walking out of the underground cellar, and into the daylight. 

	Sadly this had turned into the Norm for Darla, ever since her father went missing. a few years ago. She had grown up the daughter of a notorious bounty hunter, and her own last name sent others into a panic. She was potent with a gun, yet he felt it was wrong to not try to use every option not to, before she ever fired the damn thing. She walked onto the street and down a back alley, all 800 in cash in her small sack she was now carrying with her, she was headed to the next bar, or town.