And there he was; beneath the shallow veneer of a gentleman lurked the true nature of the villain she’d heard - and read - so much about. Her own smile was without teeth. “I’m not here to deliver a threat, just a warning. You believe you’re good, and righteous, but you can’t make yourself into the hero of someone else's legend, Sheriff. They’ll win this, in the end. You won’t.” She stepped forward, just with one foot, her eyes locked on his as her hand slipped down into the top of her thigh high boot, fingers wrapping around the hilt of her knife. “Leave this place, forget them, and live a long and dare-I-say happy life somewhere else. That’s your warning.”