Trust issues

Everywhere was dust,

Lean suppressed the urge

To swear;

Her kidnapper's horse

Had been drugged.

Fortunately,

She did not break

Any bone

And was as good as back home.

Whom shall she trust,

Anymore?

What was the truth?

Even, if it knocked on her door...

And hours later,

Rang a bell.

"Good Eve, Doc Vale or...

Lean drew her gun,

"Shall I call you Spent Shell?"