She’s The Owl

A beautiful woman is dangerous, everything about her can tie you up and take you out from the moment you see her. That was the case for old Angie Jean, a woman who stood 5ft but looked 6’3. This woman’s beauty was so vibrant her body came second. Skin like smooth silk, brown eyes the color of mahogany wood, lips plump and thick and red as ever, but her hair long blonde beautiful just like her Mother. Besides her looks Angie was a cold stone killer. It would be nice to tell a story of a woman vigilante, but this is not the case. This woman killed and she killed for fun. From town to town she pack up her things and killed every cowboy in sight. No one knew or understood why she would take those men out, no one knew her back story or where she had come from, but rest assured no one bothered Miss Angie Jean.

December 1, 1874 Angie met Magic. Nope this is not a beautiful love story and I’ll tell you why. Magic was a small man but a killer anyone knew if his path was crossed the wrong way there would be a soul to tell who did what and how they did it.

Well on this night Angie caught her a victim and Magic met his match but it was the brawl of the century and the only on who seen it was an old owl in the desert.

Angie had convinced Magic to go on a killing spree saying that them two together would make history, but there was a secret agenda. No one knew that Magic was the man that drew her sister into drugs and prostitution to eventually kill her and no one knew that was Angie’s sister.

Blinded by her beauty he went along setting off by stead to kill all those who cross the path of this beautiful woman he met. She reminded him of someone. Her lips? Her eyes? THAT HAIR?

He remembered the hair. Angies Sister had long blonde hair just like hers and that’s when Magic said, “your hair reminds me of this woman I used to rough around.”

“Oh really,” she said with a chuckle. “What’s her name?”

“Her name was Jamie, good little bitch she did what I needed her to and then she died, didn’t really give a rats ass about her, but that’s life. You understand right killer?”

Angie began to question if he knew. She didn’t know if she could risk the miles, so she kicked him off his horse and prepared to shoot.

Before anything else could happen Magic killed her horse and his ran off.

They stood in the in the cold desert with no one around and began letting off bullets.

Angie was fast but Magic was faster. Angie was strong but Magic was stronger. Magic was smart but Angie was smarter. There was not much wiggle room no where to hide so she had to either fight like a man or get gunned down by the one man she hated.

She dropped her guns. Magic was surprised but he believed he had a strong advantage because she was a woman. She had to think quick and the only thing she seen was a catus, a owl, some rocks, and dirt.

Thinking quick Angie picked up dirt while putting down her guns. Magic ran after her, she blew rock and gravel into his eyes picked up her guns and ran for cover. She began to shoot and Magic for old and new, but her bullets ran out and her aim was not good enough for the kill this time.

As Magic laid on the ground Angie ran to get his guns but he always kept one tuck by his foot. He shot and although it her she did not stop. Angie still heading for the gun while taking blows makes it. She looks over and with her last few breaths she shouts.

“THAT WAS MY SISTER YOU SON OF A BITCH”

And shoots. The last thing she seen was a whit owl looking at her with those mahogany eyes. She was at peace with what she done and she let go.