" The sound of boots clunking on the wooden floor made everyone in the pub fall silent. The person took off their brimmed hat to let long dark hair fall down her back. People started whispering. She got to the counter and stood waiting. The barman just gawped. "Well? Are you not going to serve me because I am a woman?" She said boldly. "Oh, oh, I...I'm sorry ma'am... wh...what can I get you?" The barman stuttered. "I'll have a red wine" Someone whistled loudly. The girl ignored it. Her brown eyes stayed alert and open, her thin lips showing no expression. She looked like a teenager and probably was. She was wearing a beige shirt, the top two buttons undone. Her boots were chocolate brown with golden spurs and her trousers were skintight and pale brown. "Oooh, feisty," a man said, making people laugh. In the blink of an eye, a pistol was pointed in his direction. "