The rider got several long stares in their ride into the town center. Possibly due to the blood streaming down, possibly because she was a she, but probably because she was black.
A few moments after she had dismounted, someone strode up to her. She didn't need to look over at him to know his hand was near his gun. She wouldn't have raised her arms even if she could. Instead, she turned and shrugged her broken shoulder just enough to show her Marshal badge.
She probably should have checked if it was who she was hunting before doing that.
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