Walking out of the bedroom, Pack lit a cigarrette and put his gun belt back on.

"Who's that?"

"That's Matt," she said, adjusting her nightgown. "He's low. Real low. Rumbles wherever he goes. Keeps the bottom end together for the rest of the bunch."

"Let me get this straight, sister. You want me to take on this guy for you? Why would I want to do that?"

Slowly, she slid off Pack's gunbelt and gave him a reason...

(continued)