Delacroix slapped the back up magazine into the ancient Colt and put 7 more in Victor's chest where he lay, motionless, on the blood stained deck.
"Let's see you get up from that, you bastid" she muttered.
Turning to the nearest worm hole she had to pause briefly to let the family of hungry Polar bears exit. The largest one flashed her a crooked bear-grin.
"Gee thanks, Lacey!" He said.
"Bon apatite" Said the killer, and vanished.
Lacey was cleaning her antique 1911 Colt. There was a knock at the shed door. It was Mr. Bear. He looked sheepish. It was an odd look for a 2000 lb. carnivore.
"C'mon in," said the ever, er, occasionally cordial Delacroix.
"Erm. No thank you. Too many trophy heads on the wall. I don't want to tempt fate."
"This is FaceBook." observed Lacey, "I've been told that the average FaceBooker has the attention span of a gnat. Was there something you wanted?
"I have bad news. It's the lawyer"
"Ah! The late Victor you mean?"
"Yes. Or rather, no. There was a bit of a problem. You put an awful lot of lead in him. Little Winkle broke a tooth."
"She's still a cub, and has her baby teeth. Is that all?"
"No. Have you ever eaten a lawyer?"
"Not as such, an African spitting cobra is about as close as I've come. Why?"
"Well, they upset the tummy. Me and Ma and little Winkle and Frosty had some, how to say this...rather disappointing bowel movements."
"Oh I AM sorry to hear that, will that be all?"
"You don't understand. They were, er, runny. And have you ever seen mercury on a glass table top? How it will all run together into a single silvery mass? Well that's what our poop did. Only not silvery."
Lacey was getting a bad feeling...
"Once it had formed into a single malleable mass it assumed a lawyer-ish shape and mode of locomotion, and trotted off toward Catalpa Valley."
"You're shittin' me?"
"No, I shat him. You weren't listening."
"What does it take to kill this guy?" mused Lacey, who was generally very good at it.
"I dunno, but next time leave us out. Our tummies hurt."
"So sorry. Come back in a week I'll have a stegosaur haunch for you."
"Ooh! We like stegosaur haunch! G'bye Lacey!"
"So long, Mr. Bear."
Lacy closed the door and looked ruefully at the pistol on the table.