An excerpt. (Tiny, but fierce.)

She became aware that she was still holding the derringer.

It was designed for close work, but she had hit her target from twenty-five feet. Well, once. And it had been a calm day, too, and the target stationary. She didn’t know that she could do it again. When she had to shoot she made sure she was a lot closer than that.

So had John Wilkes Booth.

You’ve got until Monday at midnight. Ladies, start your applications!