The Bounty Hunter
by M.C.
Lady Herricane always gets her men


Author's note: This story is a fictionalized version of an actual incident I
read about on Lady Herricane's website. http://www.ladyherricane.com

Lady Herricane parked her new pick - up truck across the street from the bar
and turned off the ignition. She was early, the bar was just opening. She
hoped they would arrive soon - there would be much fewer 'complications' that
way. " I wonder how reliable this tip is," she thought to herself, " it would
be a damn shame to waste yet another evening pursuing a dead lead; especially
in this neighborhood." It was a seedy part of town that she tried not to
frequent very often but, in her profession, one had to go where the 'business'
was; and tonight - hopefully - the business would be here. It was an
occupational hazzard she had gotten used to by now. With her particular
skills, she could have chosen another line of work; a bodyguard perhaps or a
martial arts instructor - both of which she was well qualified for. But she
didn't want a job in which she'd be responsible for somebody else's safety or
one which forced her to make a long term commitment. She wanted something that
offered excitement, paid well and didn't tie her down for long periods of
time. So that's why Lady Herricane chose this particular profession - one
perfectly suited to her unique abilities....she was a bounty hunter.

Since she had some time to kill, Lady Herricane picked up a copy of Steven
Hawking's latest book," The Universe in a Nutshell." Always inquisitive, she
was very much interested in the scientific world - how things got the way they
are and where everything is going. She earned a BS degree in physics and would
have continued to persue a career in academia except that the free spirit in
her would not allow it. An extremely gifted athlete, Lady Herricane loved the
excitment of the outdoors. She participated in - and excelled at - just about
everything she tried; from Archery to Wrestling, and practicaly everything in
between.You name it, she's done it. Surfing, scuba diving, sky diving, skiing
- both water and snow - martial arts (a fourth degree black belt in karate),
nothing was too great a challenge for her. So, despite her intellectual
curiosity and her desire to learn, Lady Herricane's path lay in a different
direction. As she perused her book, she noticed a car drive up and park
adjacent to the bar. Four rather large, tough looking men got out and began
walking towards the entrance. The woman bounty hunter glanced at the
photograph on her dashboard and sighed; she would have liked to at least
finished the chapter she began, but that will have to wait. " Sorry Stevie,"
she giggled as she put the book away, " but business comes before pleasure."
Lady Herricane got out of her pick - up truck and started walking across the
street towards the bar....it was time to go to work.

Entering the bar, the attractive and powerfully built woman glanced around.
There were the usual collection of people. Men on their way home from work
stopping by for a 'cold one'. Others looking for somewhere to pass the time as
they had nothing better to do. Guys looking to pick up women and women looking
to be picked up. The usual bar crowd. Over in one of the corners sat the four
men that drew her attention. Once again she looked at the photograph she now
held in her hand. Lady Herricane liked to be precise about these things,
mistakes can be very embarrassing. How, for example, do you appologise for
beating up the wrong guys ? ...awkward to say the least. The woman bounty
hunter smiled; they were indeed the Johnsons...her tip had been correct this
time. Satisfied, she approached the bar and ordered herself a beer.

Lady Herricane - an alias she uses to protect her friends and family who might
be endangered were her true identity to become known (a bounty hunter can make
quite a few enemies over the years) - comely stood at the bar and sipped her
beer; carefully eyeing her 'targets'. The Johnsons were a tough family that
were rumored to have robbed several convenience stores in the area as well as
a bank. In fact it was the bank that had hired her to track them down and
bring them in; since the police weren't having too much success and had - for
all intents and purposes - given up trying to find them. Lady Herricane, using
her 'street' sources, was able to get several leads as to who they might be
and where they might be found. One - by - one, the diligent woman began to
check the leads out. After the first two had turned up empty, she seemed to
have struck paydirt with the third; for here they were, big as life - Sam
Johnson and his three sons - just waiting to be picked up. Now, all she had to
do was 'convince' them to come in with her - something that was, no doubt,
easier said than done. But this is the profession she had chosen for herself;
and if bringing in these four men is what she was hired to do, then bring them
in she will...one way or another.

After finishing her beer, the muscular woman removed her sweater and sauntered
over to the table where the Johnsons sat. " Have you finished your beer boys ?
" she asked in a polite tone of voice," I wouldn't want to disturb you until
you've finished." Looking up at her Sam Johnson replied," are you the new bar
maid around here, honey ? " He reached around and tried to pinch her well
rounded ass but was prevented from doing so by her surprisingly strong hand. "
I've had many different jobs in my life, Mr. Johnson, but a bar maid isn't one
of them. No, tonight I'm going to be your chauffeur." Sam looked at his sons
and they all began to laugh. " And just where will you be taking us tonight
you pretty young thing ? " Again he tried to pinch her and again he was
rebuffed. Lady Herricane smiled her prettiest smile and in a calm and relaxed
voice said," Tonight I have the pleasure of taking the four of you handsome
men to the police station, I believe they're looking for you down there."

All at once the four of them jumped to their feet. "You're WHAT ??? ," Sam
screamed at the top of his lungs. " I said I'm taking you all to the police
station," she repeated comely," I've heard you and your sons have been very
naughty boys lately." The entire bar suddenly became deathly quiet. Four large
men, each one around six feet tall and at least 200 pounds, were confronting
one five foot - six inch 150 pound woman. " If you boys agree to come along
peacefully, I won't have to get rough with you." The casualness with which she
said this seemed totally inappropriate to her situation. Nevertheless, she
stood in front of them, smiling, with her hands on her hips. "Although to tell
you the truth boys, I wouldn't mind a little bit of a workout tonight."

Gary Johnson, the closest, and largest of Sam's sons moved first. Well over
six feet tall and around 210 pounds he tried to blindside her from the right.
In what could only be described as a blur, Lady Herricane's right foot whorled
around and caught him flush on the side of his jaw with tremendous force. He
spun around and fell to the floor, dazed. " That's one down, three to go," she
laughed. " Let's get her boys !!!," Sam shouted to his sons. The three
remaining Johnsons attacked her in unison. But the brave woman didn't retreat
one single inch. Instead, she met their attack head on. Fourteen years of
martial arts training now came into play. Three large men against one woman,
six hundred pounds against one hundred and fifty, it was a mismatch if ever
there was one...the Johnsons never stood a chance.

With the grace of a ballet dancer and the speed of a cheetah, Lady Herricane
moved against them. She struck first at Sam with a strong kick to his stomach,
temporarily removing him from the fray. Then she turned her attention to his
two sons. Her fists, which can shatter bricks, flew at a blinding pace as
first Robert Johnson and then his brother George came under a hail of savage
blows. So confident was she that the smile never left her pretty face. Their
punches seemed like slow motion to her as she easily avoided them and then
countered with her own, which had tremendous power and deadly accuracy. In
less than thirty seconds she had beaten both Robert and George into
submission. They now joined their brother on the floor; still conscious but
just barely. That left only Sam who Lady Herricanne had left, on purpose, for
last. Although his sons were certainly old enough to know right from wrong,
she felt Sam - as their father - was largely responsible for leading them down
the wrong path; and it was to him that she now turned ...with a vengence.

" Well Sam, it looks like it's just you and me, sweetie pie." Sam picked up
the wooden chair he had been sitting on and, lifting it up high over his head,
charged her. As he closed in, he slammed the chair down with all his strength,
right into her fist. " CHI AI," she yelled as the chair and her fist made
contact....and the chair shattered into a dozen pieces. Sam was left holding
only two small sticks, all that remained of the chair. In desperation, he
tried to hit her with one of the sticks but Lady Herricane easily caught it in
mid - air. " You're not much of a father figure are you ? I'm really going to
enjoy this." For the next several minutes the beautiful woman bounty hunter
battered the outclassed man around the bar. Though she could have easily
knocked him out with one punch or kick, she felt that he deserved to recieve a
good, sound beating because of the way he led his sons astray. Finally, after
giving him two black eyes, a broken nose and probably dozens of welts and
bruises all over his body, she smiled at him and said," well Mr. Johnson, I
can't tell you how much I enjoyed this little workout of ours. And now it's
time for the grand finale." With that she reached out with her left hand and
grabbed the helpless man by the collar of his shirt. With her right, she
grabbed his crotch. As the crowd in the barroom stared in disbelief, the
powerful woman lifted the 200 pound man high above her head. She then carried
him across the bar and tossed him on top of his three sons. " Well, that was a
lovely workout," she laughed to herself. Then, looking at the stunned crowd of
customers in the bar, she flashed a pretty smile and said," all in a day's
work for a female bounty hunter."

Lady Herricane spent the next several minutes handcuffing the Johnson family.
When they began to plead for mercy and offered her money if she'd let them go,
she simply pulled out some old socks from her pocket - a good bounty hunter
always comes prepared for anything - and stuffed them in their mouths." If
there's one thing I can't stand, it's a crybaby." When they were all neatly
packaged and ready for delivery, she dragged them outside, two by two, to her
pick - up truck and dumped them into the back. " This bounty hunter business
sure keeps a girl in good shape." she giggled. After taking care of the
Johnsons, she treated herself to another beer. " There's nothing like a good
brew after a hard day at the office." One of the patrons of the bar, a very
shy man who had watched everything that happened, and was in awe of what he
had just seen, picked up Lady Herricane's sweater ( it had fallen to the floor
during the fray ) and approached her. " H-h-here is y-your sweater, m-miss",
he stammered. She looked him over as she took it from him. " Why thank you,
sweetie, that was very kind of you." After an awkward moment, she smiled at
him and said," well honey, I've just finished work for the day and I don't
have any other plans for this evening... are you free? " Summoning up all of
his courage he managed to eek out a " y-yes." "Good, then help me drop these
lovely gentlemen off at the police station and then we'll find ourselves
something to do. The night is still young." The mighty woman bounty hunter
finished her beer then, taking the shy man by the hand, she led him out the
door and into the street.