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A lean tall blond woman in Black Hat, Boots and Chaps entered the room, with two similarly clad men behind her. "That's her.  Torene.  Pick 'er up, Jake." The taller of the two stepped forward and scooped the limp woman up in arms made strong by wrestling steers. The other man turned and shot the two guards.

Rider turned around, eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Never saw them two.  Good work, Bubba." Bubba nodded and slid his gun back into its holster. Rider looked at the Orc. "You wanna make some trouble?" she asked. The Orc shook his head, his face white. Rider nodded at him. "We'll take our leave then.  You tell ol' Flame we might be back, or we might not.  We'll think about it." The Orc nodded vigorously.

"Good man," Rider touched a fingertip to her hat. Then she turned and walked out, followed by her two hands. "Come on boys--we gotta long ride back to Texas."