"Bullshit! I refuse to believe you can use a pistol more than me!"
"Then let me show you!"
"Get your own gun, Lass!"
Texan and Jane argued as they passed through frozen rocks and cold lakes.
"From where?" Jane asked the cowboy-dressed man next to her.
"Buy it from your resident voodoo gunsmith, will, ya? I refuse to let go of my baby!"
"You overestimate how long I have been here! It's barely been a day!"
"A day!? Surely you jest! Always knew you were missing a few nuts in the bolts!"
"Choke on a log, bastard!" Jane said before stepping upon the unsuspecting gunslinger like a horse! Texan held his leg as he hopped on one foot.
"Ouch, you crazy woman!! But I will have to decline, lassie! I prefer my mouth clear if any logs!
Jane almost puked as she said, "Pervert!"
Texan chuckled and asked, "Say. If not from here, where are you from?"
"I was empress of a kingdom for a while!"
