Fridays _Part Two_

It was a bit of a guilty pleasure, she supposed.  She couldn't help but think that she was maybe not the most qualified to be fighting crime. Sure, her outfit was a bit comical, but she was inspired by the many vigilantes that put their own lives on the line to help the innocent.

Besides, Bessie enjoyed the thrill of helping people out, and she could take care of herself.  She was a big girl, after all.

So, making a few last adjustments to her ski goggles, the Milkmaid went out into the night to fight her some criminals.

But, tonight was a night for dramatic irony to be written, as our bovine-themed protagonist stumbled across some racist gang members trying to gang up on a minority girl.  A chance for the Milkmaid to jump into action.  Bessie strode confidently to towards the girl's assailants, shoulders squared with determination.

"Hey, y'all best be leavin' that gal alone!"  Bessie demanded, not bothering to limit her accent.  The gang members turned to her, incredulous.

"You silly bitch, go on now," one of them scoffed. "Go back to the kitchen and eat you some cake."

His fellows chuckled in agreement. Bessie bit her lip and clenched her fist.

"You think y'all funny, huh?" Bessie fired back, standing a little taller.  "Guessin' I'd best the teachin' y'all a lethen in courtethy!" Bessie began to lisp as her courage voiced itself.

A member chuckled once more, a different one, more cocky and wanting to scare the woman off.  He ran at Bessie, about to punch her.  Anticipating him, Bessie ducked at just the right moment, and landed a solid left hook on the man's jaw as he was passing.  She'd learn how to fight from tumbling with her brothers, and her body had been strengthened and hardened from years of farm work.  She knew what she was doing.

She turned as the man fell, and addressed his companions with a tilt of her head.  "Now, are y'all gonna leave, or do I have to bring out the cattle prod?"

The gang members scattered.  Bessie smirked triumphantly and went to check on the girl she had just helped out.  She seemed shocked, but unharmed.  The girl pulled her long black ponytail out of her face and sat up.

"................................ BESSIE, WHAT THE HELL."

"... Oh, hey there Ying."