Pistol Annies Quotes

You only play Pistol Annies when you're pissed, usually at me. I know your fake laugh from your real one. You have a great laugh, by the way. I know which shirts are your favorites, because they're the first ones you wear after you've done your laundry. You lick your bottom lip when you're trying to concentrate on your textbook reading. You cry during those commercials with the absurd animals when you think no one is looking. No, I don't know you at all.

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And then the thrashing of the wind against the house and then what might have been a volley of pistol shots, and then a sound like something slowly spilling from a great height. Jacob pulled his knees up into his arms and whimpered. Annie, dramatically, put her arms around her father’s neck. “There went the tree,” he said.

Moreno was the first to see me, and he let out a curse as loud as Nicole’s shriek. He pulled a gun from his hip. An automatic pistol. Antone knocked it from his hand and pointed his flashlight at my flank. “It’s Maya,” he said. He started toward me. I was inching back, the branch too thin for me to turn around. “It could be Annie,” Penny whispered, her gaze fixed on me. “Come looking for her brother.” Antone shook his head. “That’s Maya.” He met my gaze. “I know it is.” He kept walking until he was directly under my branch. “This is your first time, isn’t it?” he said, his voice soft. “You’re scared and you’re confused--” I let out a snarl that reverberated through the quiet forest. Antone chuckled. “Or maybe not. I should have guessed you’d hit the ground running.

Democratic machine.[*15] In decades that followed, women began to enter gang life, but most, like their male counterparts, were bruisers and not businesspeople. “Among the ladies, Gallus Mag, Sadie the Goat, Hell-Cat Maggie, Battle Annie…and Euchre Kate Burns, whom a newspaper called the ‘champion heavyweight female brick hurler’ of Hell’s Kitchen, were all specialists in election day mayhem,” a historian has written: Gallus Mag, who supported her skirt with suspenders,[*16] was a mean six-foot female who, armed with a pistol and a club, was employed as a bouncer at a dive called the Hole-in-the-Wall. Sadie the Goat, a prostitute and all around rough-and-tumble fighter, ran with the Charlton Street Gang, a group of river pirates. She won her nickname by the way she would lower her head and butt like a goat in a fight…. Hell-Cat Maggie looked like an enraged tiger. Her teeth were filed to points and over her fingers she wore sharp brass spikes. Even the bravest of men lost their poise when she charged screaming into a polling place. (In a celebrated fight, she bit off the ear of Sadie the Goat.) The huge and violent Battle Annie, “the sweetheart of Hell’s Kitchen,” was a terrifying bully. She commanded a gang of ferocious Amazons called the Battle Row Ladies Social and Athletic Club.