[Long description: The comic opens with Redmond, beaten, bloody, and drunk, as she's forcibly escorted out of the False Coyote's saloon. A patron taunts her from inside, as the False Coyote throws her out;
If you care about the Reverend so much, why don't you just marry her!
Redmond spits up blood.
Redmond: FUCK you!
False Coyote: That's enough, inquisitor. Call it a night.
Redmond stumbles into the night, as the saloon doors close on her. She struggles to right herself on one of the porch rails.
Redmond scrubs at the angry tears in her eyes with a stained hand, smearing blood and lipstick over her face. Something catches her eye, out of her peripheries.
It's the Reverend, a slight silhouette underneath a stark lamplight.
Jesse: Ms. Faraday?
Redmond rights herself. She advances on the Reverend with a wild look in her eye, cuffing her by the collar and forcing her up against the lamp. ]
Part 1 of two little strips about a(n unfortunately) typical interaction between these two. Redmond isn't terribly fun to be around when she gets trashed, but at least she's honest.