CALAMITY JANE VS. ELLA WATSON
from The Cow Thieves
“Give it up,” Calamity ordered. “Or do you want to wrassle it out?”
Seeing that she could not escape unless she got by Calamity, Ella prepared to take action. Quickly Ella hooked her left foot behind Calamity's right ankle, rammed her right boot against the red-head's knee, pulled with the left, hoved with the right, and brought Calamity down on her back. Then Ella reared up and flung herself on the Calamity.
From the moment Ella landed, Calamity knew, as she figured on their first meeing, that the saloonkeeper could take care of herself in any girl's kind of tangle.
Calamity's kepi went flying as two hands dug deep into her hair and damned near tore out a pile of red curls by her roots. Pure instict guided Calamity's response. Even as she screeched in pain, her own hands hooked strong fingers into Ella's black hair and Calamity braced herself, heaving up then rolling Ella from her. Swiftly Calamity twisted on to the top of Ella, trying to bang the black head against the ground. Not that Calamity stayed on top for long. Over and over the two girls rolled and thrashed. Neither showed any kind of skill, or gave a thought to anything more scientific than clawing hair, swinging wild slaps and punches or biting at first.
Nor did the situation improve for almost three minutes. Then, how it happened neither girld could say, they found themselves on the their feet. Ella stood behind Calamity, arms locked around the red-head and pinning Calamity's own arms to her sides. Just what advantage Ella aimed to take from the situation is hard to say. She retained her hold and crushed on the red-head, but could do little more. Gasping in fury more than pain, Calamity lashed backwards, her heels landing on Ella's shins hard enough to make the other girl yelp and loosen her hold a little. Then, Calamity clasped her hands together, forcing outwards agains Ella's grip with her elbows and sucking in a deep breath. Suddenly Calamity exhaled and felt the encircling arms relax their grip. Before Ella could tighten again, Calamity twisted slightly and rammed back with her wlbow, driving it into the other girl's stomach.
Giving a croaking gasp. Ella lost her hold and stumbled back. Jumping in to attack again, Calamity discovered that the other girl was far from beaten. Ella's left hand shot out, driving the fist full into Calamity's face, then the right whipped across to connect with the other girls jaw. Staggering, Calamity caught her balance just in time to meet Ella's rush.
For over ten minutes the girls put up a hell of a fight. They used fists, elbows, feet, knees, punching, slapping, kiking, pushing and shoving. Twice they rolled over Calamity's Colt without giving it a glance or thought. However, Calamity slowly gained the upper hand. Her normal working life offered greater advantages in the matter of staying fit and strong than did Ella's career in the saloon.
Gasping in exhaustion, her shirt torn open and minus one sleeve, Calamity landed a punch which sent the sobbing exhausted Ella sprawling to the ground. Calamity stumbled forward. Through the mists which roared around her, Calamity heard horses approaching. She came to a halt and started to look at the newcomers. That look nearly cost her the fight. Ella had come to her feet, swaying and barley able to stand. Yet she still swung a wild punch that ought to have flattened Calamity; only it missed the read-head by a good two inches. Once more Calamity's instincts came to her aid. Ignoring the two men who rode towards her, she turned and lashed out with all she had. In missing, Ella staggered forward and walked full into the punch Calamity threw. It clocked like two rocks cracking together as they fell down a cliff. Ella shot sideways, landing face down and lying still. Weakly Calamity followed the saloonkeeper up and dropped to her knees by the still shape.
“Ease off, Calam!” Danny yelled, leaping from his horse and running to where Calamity rolled the unsconscious Ella over.
“She's done!”
“Know something?” Calamity gasped. “I'm not much better myself.”
Five minutes later Calamity recovered enough to tell Danny what had happened. Ella sat moaning on the ground to one side and Calamity looked at Danny with a wry grin as he said:
“I'd swear you let her jump you and get your gun just so you could fight.”
“Shucks,” grinned Calamity. “Can't a gal have any fun at all?”