guns-an

Updated: June 14, 2025

Dey don't know youse, an', bein' a woman, dey won't pull no gun on youse. An' den youse breaks it gently to dem dat dere's a coupla gents outside, an' just about den dey looks up an' sees me an' Pinkie an' our guns-an' I guess dat's all. Get it?" "Sure!" mumbled Rhoda Gray. The Pug talked on. She did not hear him. It seemed as though her brain ached literally with an acute physical pain.

Frank L. (Frank Lucius) Packard - The White Moll