Bearclaw Valley Whiskey will solve all problems but one

"If you say so," Sarah accepted the proposed nicknames with a slight nod of her head. She had not expected Caiaphas to be honest about her plans - the iron lady was here for easy amusement and truth did not interest her. As far as she was concerned now, after fishing out some of the details, that battle axe owed to death. If it was not her, who ended her, someone would. And should. Not unlikely that she would take someone with her as well. That would make a proper burial gift and the road over death's desert less lonely. 

"Just don't die in the meanwhile," Sarah told the lady and felt too that their meeting had come to an end. She had some hunting to do before returning to the hollow and the old lady had to get as far as possible, before the would-be-killer changed her mind and threw that "would" part of uncertainty away. "After all, you just offered me your soul to take. Whenever that time comes," she finished, gave a farewell smile to the black-headed she-wolf and then padded away. 

Sarah did not think that she was going to meet this gal again, but she knew that the fate had ways of surprising people. She will live and see.

Thank you for the thread!