It was the only sound in the dark room. A woman sat on the bed, loading rounds into her gun. The revolver she was currently loading was slightly larger than normal, could easily be mistaken for a magnum. It had the standard six round capacity, and a long barrel. She reached into a leather bag near her, pulled out three glowing bullet shells, and loaded them into the ammo wheel.
The window was open, allowing in just a small amount of light from the outside. It was night, but the street lights and occasional passing car was enough for her. Her hair was a shimmering blond, falling down to her hips. She wore a tight light brown shirt, a short leather jacket was by her side. she wore dark blue jeans, an identical pistol in her lap. She closed the wheel and spun it.
She placed it on the bed and walked to the other side of the room. On the wardrobe was her belts, a small devise, and her cowboy hat that had a few holes in it. She grabbed the device with one hand and tou