Abra Empowers One Of Texas' Enemies With A Spell

(Originally by Cheese111)

"Now, let us see who in dis town wants a piece of this weasel."

Abra sat herself down once more, laying the small doll in front of her. She lit a strange looking heap of fragrant incense and breathed deeply. All the candles in the wagon flickered as the witchdoctor muttered to herself. Quickly muttering turned to groaning and the smell of incense grew stronger, like a fire shooting up her nose and straight into her brain. The vision she received was so profound it knocked her flat on her back, leaving her breathless and motionless. After a few moments of gathering her thoughts, the cheetah sat up again, dusting off her dress.

"Damn, dat's a lot of enemies. No wonder's she's so paranoid and testy. But who would serve me best in teaching her a lesson she won't soon forget?"

The candles flickered again and Abra turned as though she was facing someone. she nodded intently, transfixed on a random spot on the wall.

"Dat makes sense. We should be sure Texas knows it is our hand that brings her demise. No half-measures and vague acquaintances. Let us focus on those she deals with most."

Abra closes her eyes, breathing slowly and deliberately. Visions crowd her mind and a vicious smile curls up along her cheeks. She sees the mines in the mountains, home to foolhardy prospectors and opportunistic bandits alike. And every last bandit was loaded with good reasons to hate Texas' guts.

"So many good choices for me. Roxxie Roo... Smiling Jacks... I've seen dese faces before in my premonitions. Their infamy reaches far. But would dey trust little me and my tricks?"

More visions come to the witchdoctor, who calmly takes them in, her smile never abating. She sees the whole town from a bird's eye view. Amidst the bustling main street she sees Vivian's thugs, Georgia and half a dozen other corrupt officials. Up ahead is the town hall. Abra even spots mayor Vivian through her office window. No doubt penning another law to siphon money to herself. Mid-sentence the lynx pauses and looks out the window in bemusement. She doesn't know it, but she is looking straight at Abra.

"Most curious..." She mutters to herself. "Dis mayor Vivian might be just who I'm lookin for. She may be a little dainty, but dat's nothin a spell can't fix. But who is dis?" The witchdoctor turns her vision to see Georgia standing in an alleyway, a beer in her hand. "My my, aren't you big and strong, horsie..." Abra was practically drooling just thinking about the possibilities on offer for someone with her unique talents.