Before she can, Brass's guts act up! (END)

In spite of everything, Texas held on as best as she could. She reached out, so close she could practically taste it (if not for the variety of other rancid tastes plastered on her tongue) and just as her fingers brushed the handle--

BLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRPT!

An absolutely hellish fart thundered out of Brass’s ass, straight into Texas’s face. She would’ve probably been blown away if not for Brass holding tight onto her head with his grimy mitt. He held her right in place, making sure she soaked up every last ounce of his reeking expulsion with her poor little face. It was horrific, sure, but it was nothing Texas couldn't handle! She'd suffered stink like this before.

"Euuugh, this piss is really giving me a gut ache. Good thing there's so many of you useless broads here to soak it up."

As if responding to the little bit of hope Texas had glimmering inside of her, Brass's guts churned and gurgled above her, a horrific quaking noise sounding out. Texas instinctively tried to pull away, forgetting all about trying not to blow her cover, but Brass was still holding tight on the back of her head. In response to her struggling, the agitated bull just pushed her in harder.

"Quit tryin to get away, this is all yer good for y'hear? Get in there and SUCK IT DOWN!"

Brass shoved her in so hard that Texas's head slipped right up Brass's ass. The earlier stench of his swampy cheeks was completely eclipsed by the ambient aroma inside Brass's bowels, and even that was surpassed by what came next.

BRRPT! PRRRMMMPT! FRRRRRPPT!

Fart after head-rattling fart rumbled out of Brass's butt, slamming into Texas like a freight train over and over again. Each one billowed over her, squeezing into her sinuses and baking her brain in pure manly methane. It kept going for what must've felt like hours for poor Texas, but in reality the little bout of flatulence had only lasted a few minutes on Brass's end before it finally sputtered to a stop. He unclenched his hole and uncorked Texas's head from his personal gas chamber, but it was far too late. Texas’s brain had been country fried by the stench and the moment he released her, she dropped like a ton of bricks.

“Got dammit… I need ANOTHER BITCH!” Brass roared, not even realizing who he’d just done in.

With Texas totally mindbroken by Brass’s casual ass gassing, Brass went on with his drinking and eventually went on to his duel. He chalked up Texas’s disappearance to her cowardly woman nature telling her to get the hell out of dodge, and rode on with his ego smugly satisfied.

As for Texas, turns out that Annabelle recouped her losses for all the free drinks she gave Brass by selling off the girls he farted into braindead zombies to the brothel. As it was, they made fantastic sex slaves for the most disgusting clientele, and when it was discovered that one of them was the former sheriff, she quickly became the hottest item in town for all her hated rivals to work out their frustrations on.

It’s a shame Brass never knew what happened to her, he probably would’ve loved a go himself.