“Let’s just..get a drink.”

“Alright hon..let’s go.” Randal held Carolina’s hand and walked her to the saloon.

A very quick of explanation of what’s happening, Gold Spring’s legendary Retired Sherrif, Carolina Stanton is back in town! Whom is also the mother of Texas Stanton. The only question is why is she here? Let’s find out shall we?

The doors swung open and everybody stopped what they were doing and saw the gaint weasel and smaller ferret, even the piano player piano. Not a second in and someone already questioning, particularly a usual female rhino.

“Hey lady, who’re you? New around here?” She questions Carolina

“Hm? Eheh..darling I’m quite positive I’ve been here far longer than you. Suprised but should’ve expected that not many people remember me. Ah well.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Remember you? Wait-who are you exactly?” A female bear asked.

“Well does the name-oh I don’t know. Carolina mean anything?” She questioned

At that moment, the world stopped for a second. Every, single, one of them stopped. They all looked back with faces of silent panic in their eyes. Did..did that weasel say what they THINK she said?

“D-did you say..Carolina? A-as in..Sheriff Carolina?” One of the rats asked in fear, hoping she heard wrong.

“Uhh yes. Why is there a-“

ZOOOOOM

…Well then. Everybody just uh ran outta the saloon as fast as wind. Leaving only the husband and wife.

“..Huh. Was it..something I said?” Carolina asked confusingly.

“I suppose your name still holds up in this town dear.”

The door that led to the back of the saloon kitchen behind the countertop swung open as our favorite bull bartender Annabelle came in rushing from the noise.

“Hey hey hey! Who’s up here making a-“ she cut herself off as she instantly recognized that weasel face anywhere. “B-bar..M-Mrs.Stanton..?”

“Oh? Ohh Annabelle! Wowie, I haven’t seen in you in..uhh 7 or 9 years? Golly it’s been a hot minute. Hadn’t I throw in bars before? Cnat exactly remember..” Carolina exclaimed excitedly. Can’t say the same for Annabelle though..she’s practically shaking in her high heels.

“Wh-who me?! N-never better miss! Ahahaha-wh-why exactly are you back here a-again?” She smiles nervously. Why WAS she here again?

“Hm? Oh, right! Uh I’m just here to see my baby girl. Texas, ya seen her?”

“T-Texas? O-oh her!? Uhh yea, that uh good’ole weasel! Sh-she’s uh probably in her office down the other side of town.”

“Hmm..quite the long walk. Thank you kindly.” With that, Carolina and Randal headed off. But not before another question. “Oh and Annabelle?”

“!! Y-yes?”

“Tell me something..else. Why exactly is your bar called “The Crushed Weasel?” Carolina asked with a glare that’d make the hungriest of lions go running for the hills with its tail between its legs. And the same would be going for Annabelle.

“U-uhhh..I-I..I-I-I..uhhh..t-to honor..Texas?” She tried her best to put up a smile but it’s obvious she’s shaking.

“…Sure it is.” Carolina turned around and headed off, with Randal looking back at the bull in light disappointment for insulting his daughter this way.

Annabelle could finally breath again as she leaned against the countertop. “Huff…huff…huff. I..need a drink.”