Jane sang softly under her breath, loud enough only for herself to hear. Someone had sung it to her when she was a child, but she couldn't remember who. Somehow she doubted it had been her crack whore excuse for a mother.
She removed her gun from the holster strapped to her thigh and moved to look out the boarded-up windows. Two black Rolls-Royce - big, flashy and lightly armored - blocked the main road to and from The Grinning Mutt. Four- no, five Taglioni thugs hid behind them. Waiting for her. Fully cocked. Locked and loaded. Ready to blow some holes in Calamity Jane and her crew.
She cracked open her gun without looking at it, slid in two rounds and snapped it shut with a casual flick of her wrist.