Perhaps, but first...

Lisa picked herself up out of the dirt, her head pounding and body aching. She felt violated, humiliated and ashamed but most of all she felt enraged. She searched about for her stuff in the dark, eventually finding and pulling on her soiled pants, the effort causing her to groan in pain. Luckily for Lisa the men had been so focused on **** her that they had paid little attention to her belongings. When she found her gunbelt with weapon and ammo still in place her mind was made up. She would have justice and she would have it swiftly.

Lisa staggered uncomfortably through the dark, retracing her steps. The saloon was not hard to find, the noise carrying down the otherwise quiet streets guiding her way. As she stepped through the swinging doors she was met with a familiar scene only now it was busier and more raucous. She scanned the crowd and quickly found the trio, much as she expected - drinking and laughing it up at her expense. They didn't notice her approach until she was standing over them, then it was Abe who spotted her.

"Well well... back for more are ya darlin'?" he said mockingly, drawing more laughter from his moronic companions.

Without a word, Lisa drew her pistol and pointed it at Abe's head and the saloon fell silent. With an ice cold stare her finger began to squeeze the trigger, her resolve to kill the men stronger than ever.