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Chinaman's Chance

... me. I didn't think I'd be successful in making a dash for it, but that wasn't the plan anyway. As we had hoped, my captors failed to check me for weapons. To them I was just a weak little girl. I still had the two shot derringer on me. It was to be used as a last resort in case things went wrong. Things were already wrong, but I wouldn't have time to use the derringer on more than one of these thugs if it came to that. Chen was supposed to have set up an ambush where he could kill Louie Fung with the Arkansas toothpick. He also had the Colt, but guns were noisy and attracted attention. Heck! I didn't know the where and when of the ambush or if Chen was in position and he didn't know that Louie had reinforcements. "Did you know that Madame Bordeaux's real name is Sally Collins? She was a newly arrived young prostitute from a city called Cleveland in the U.S. state of Ohio when I first met her." "No I didn't know that," I replied. "I wonder why she changed her name." "She thought the new name gave her some class." "A pig is still a pig no matter what she decides to call herself." "You and I agree on that," my new uncle said. "I heard she was livid when she had to return the money she was paid for you. I think I will take some pleasure in informing her that you are now in my service." "Be sure to send her my lowest possible regards when you see her." I saw a sign in Chinese and I started to sweat. I had a feeling we were almost at our destination and then only the gods knew ...

... if I could escape. As we crossed a darkened alley, I heard the man behind me cry out and then slump to the ground. I was as startled as Louie, but he reacted quicker than I could. He pulled a gun and started firing blindly into the dark. Shit! So much for a quiet ambush. "Behind you Uncle Louie!" I shrieked in an effort to distract him. It worked. I stuck my foot out as he spun around and the crime boss tripped. He sprawled to the ground. I didn't waste any more time. I had my derringer out by then. I pressed the dual barreled pistol against Louie's neck and pulled both triggers. Blood spurted out of the man's neck when I fired. I felt my face sprayed with it. I resisted the urge to puke. "Chen?" I was frantic. Was he hurt? Was he dead? My ears were ringing from the gunfire. "Lihua?" I crawled toward the sound of my man's voice and found him lying face down near the mouth of the alley. "Where are you hurt?" "I don't think I am hurt," Chen said. "Where is Louie Fung?" "He is dead." "You killed him?" "I did." "We must leave now. The curious will be here soon." I helped Chen stand and I noted a pronounced limp when he walked. "You're hurt." "I think I just skinned my knee when I stumbled and fell. I'm a fool for putting you in peril when I can't even put one foot in front of the other without stumbling." My husband sounded disgusted with himself, but I breathed a sigh of relief. Chen didn't realize it, but that stumble probably kept him from being struck by one or more of Louie ...