Turmoil

Lucy's thoughts were in turmoil, every foreseeable course of action she could take carried with it so many unanswered questions. Everything was so confusing.
But after darkness comes the dawning.
Don't complicate matters you worthless fool, she whispered to herself. Keep it simple. Act now. Deal with the consequences afterwards.
And with four men dead, there could be no consequences.
It would all be over.
Such a simple, straightforward solution.
She raised the Winchester, pointing the barrel at O'Donohue. And with the pistol pointing at Sheriff Cole's heart, she cocked back the hammer with her thumb.
"You first, Cole. Goodbye!"