The pliers dropped from Jane's shaking hand, slick with blood and engine grease. Her would-be assailant lay next to her, a telling wound in his right temple. A pool of blood formed around him, mixing with the oil dripping from Betty's engine.
Jane had been lying beneath Betty, working on patching up a faulty fuel line, when she'd heard someone approaching. She had assumed that it was Tank or Jimmy back from buying supplies.
'Hey fellas,' she'd called, wiping sweat from her brow and leaving a black streak across it. 'Find anything good?' Someone had grabbed her ankle and yanked her bodily out from beneath the massive vehicle, making her yelp in surprise. She'd looked up at the the heavily built man towering over her, squinting against the harsh glare of the sun. She hadn't been able to see his face.
'Calamity Jane?' He had asked in a raspy voice.
'What's it to you?' Jane had replied after a moment of nervous hesitation.
'I'll take that as a yes,' the man had said before kicking her in the face. If there had been any more power behind the kick, it would probably have broken her nose. It hadn't, but it had still hurt like hell. She'd tried to roll with the attack, but the man had kicked her again and again, and she'd had no choice but to curl into a ball, as kicks and blows rained down on her. Eventually the assault had stopped, and she'd felt a hand grip her hair. The man pulled a bruised and battered Jane to her feet by her hair and forced her to face him. He was a handsome man, she'd thought. Black hair. Blue eyes. Just the right amount of stubble.
'You should've minded your manners, bitch,' he'd rasped and Jane had felt a cold edge of steel at her throat. She'd lashed out in panic more than anything else, and the pliers she'd still clutched in her hand sank into the man's right temple with the sound of broken bones and scrambled brain matter. He'd blinked in confusion and opened his mouth to say something before his face went slack, and he'd collapsed where he stood.
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