Blue!

Texas’s eyes fixed on the pig in blue, and she gulped behind her coloured bandana, surprised that the sheriff could tell them apart. Desperately, Jesse lifted the gun, but Tex was faster, kicking the foot from her hand and sending it spiralling through the air. However, as the pig’s eyes were focused on the airborne steel, that meant that they weren’t on Texas, and the weasel took full advantage of that. Rushing forwards, Tex grabbed the pig by her blue bandana and yanked hard, bringing the pig in close for a painful headbutt. With a crunch, Jesse landed on the floor, ****.

“JESSE!!” Jane cried, rushing forwards to try and tackle the weasel, but as she did so Texas grabbed her arm, stepped to one side, and tripped the pig as she went. Jane squealed as she flew forwards, then slammed into the safe with a satisfying CLANG. Both pigs were out cold, and it had happened so fast that her gun hadn’t even hit the ground. Texas snatched it out of the air as it fell, spun it around and stuffed it back into her holster.

“Sorry girls,” The sheriff said, grabbing some rope holding the nearby mailbags and starting to tie them up. “Two heads ain’t better than one if they’ve each got half a brain.” With the two pigs secured, and the weasel certain that they wouldn’t be escaping their binds, she straightened up, then glanced at the safe. “But if y’all like locks so much, the prison’s got all the locks you could ever want. An’ you’ll have a good, long time to examine ‘em.”

Getting only a low groan in response from the **** pair, the weasel decided it was time to move on, and so drew her gun and stepped out of the door between carriages, pausing on the small bridge that joined the cars. It was hard to hear over the sound of the steam train chugging along the rails and the wind whistling by, but as she put her ear up to the door, there were voices inside.

“Damnit! Jesse and Jane shoulda been here by now! Tex musta got them… Alright, new plan. You two hold here with the hostages and blast anything that comes through that door! I’ll… go and check on the locomotive. See if we can’t make this bucket o’ bolts go faster.” Said Georgia’s voice, heavily muffled, before the sound of retreating footsteps could be heard, and the opening and closing of the door. So, the hostages were inside, and the malicious mare herself was headed further up the train. Well, Georgia could wait. The safety of the civilians always came first. Luckily, Texas knew just what to do. She looked to the ladder beside the door, and began to climb.

The inside of the train was cramped, smelly and tense, with all the train’s passengers crammed into the one car. The two guards that Georgia had left behind, a cat and a large, plump skunk, waited at one end of the carriage, their eyes trained on the door and their finger twitching, ready to turn whatever came through it into swiss cheese.

“Ugh! Damn it stinks in here! Would you quit it?” The cat growled, throwing a sideways look to the skunk, who just rolled her eyes.

“It’s not me, numbskull. We’ve got a bunch of nervous passengers probably farting up a storm in here. If you want to go find who’s doing it and stick your nose up their ass to plug the leak, by my guest. Otherwise, shut up and do your job. When the sheriff comes through that door, she’s history.” The skunk said, rolling her shoulder slightly uncomfortably, before steadying her rifle again and continuing her watch.

Tex, however, had the brains not to walk through the door in her own personal Charge of the Light Brigade, and instead was using her previous discovery of roof access to the cars to get the drop on the guards. The weasel gently pulled open the hatch without a sound, then slipped inside, hitting the floor just as noiselessly.

A few of the passengers who saw her lit up with surprise or happiness, but the weasel placed a finger on her lips. If the guard’s noticed her, it wouldn’t be pretty. Instead, Texas drew her gun and began to creep up on them, planning to stick one of them up and demand that the other surrender. But who best to capture…