She knocks two guns away

Canary took two throwing knives out of her boot, throwing one in each hand; two pistols flew out of the hands of two of the attackers that stood behind the duo. The others were taken aback, except Kim, who hit the foot of a third bandit with her knife. He screamed like a girl and ran away from Kim. Booker cringed behind his sister. Canary rose up from her cover brandishing two more knives, and the remaining armed bandit broke and ran. The rest of the gang quickly followed suit, the one limping severely as they hightailed it out of sight.

Kim and Booker looked over at Canary, as she walked toward them. Kim smiled at her and said, "Thanks for your help, Stranger. What be your name?" Booker just stared at her chest with glazed eyes, enamored by her assets and exotic beauty.

"I's Canary. I'm always glad to help such a pretty and plucky lass an' her brother." As she looked over at Booker, she could see his growing erection from gazing at her tits, and it looked to be a long one. "And you, my lad, look like you could use some help of a different sort."

Booker lowered his eyes and blushed deeply. Kim looked behind her at her brother and then down at his package. Then she turned back to Canary, watching her breasts jiggle around in the vest for a second before meeting her eyes. "I'm Kim and this is my younger brother, Booker," Kim introduced. Canary and Booker traded nods.

"I can't thank you enough for helping us out of that tight situation, but I'd like to try. Can we buy you a drink, Canary?" Kim said with a grin and a slight wiggle of her hips. Booker nodded vigorously. There was something about Canary that made Kim feel all warm and gushy inside, kinda like that gentleman on the train out from St. Louis. She barely managed to keep her bloomers and her virtue intact that day, though the kissing part was sure fun.

Canary for her part was already horny, first from scaring off those thugs, and second from watching Booker's erection and Kim's tits. She dearly wanted the siblings to thank her in private, one, the other, or both. With the offered beverage, she thought Kim might be interested, as well. Canary knew Booker was interested. As she bent to pick up her fallen knives, she said, "A nip of whiskey sounds grand, Kim, my dear. Come on, Booker, let's all have a drink." Canary spread her arms wide and captured them both under her wings as she walked toward the The Devil's Titsling, the friendliest saloon this side of Carson City, if you didn't mind the daily tussles and upchucking, as well as the occasional gunfight. The siblings grinned at Canary for her forward and familiar ways.