Board From The Back (End)

Texas didn't have time for risky maneuvers. The train was already speeding up, and she wouldn't be able to push her steed much harder. Already she could feel the sweat seeping through the large, powerful mare’s jet black fur. The weasel would have to take her chances with and guards Georgia out in place.

Riding up to the back of the train, the weasel sucked down a breath to steady her nerves and slowly stood up in her stirrups, before climbing onto the saddle until she was crouched low on it. With one hand holding her hat to head to prevent it from blowing away, the weasel sheriff steadied herself, then jumped.

With a clang, the weasel’s boots landed on the metal platform on the back of the train car. Wasting no time, Texas threw the door open revealing Georgia, waiting for her.

“Hello, Sheriff!” The grinning mare said, and before the weasel could react, the huge horse’s meaty fist slammed into her belly, doubling her over, eyes bulging, and launching her straight off the back of the train. “Goodbye Sheriff!

The weasel would have screamed if Georgia’s punch hadn’t knocked all the air from her lungs. Instead, she could only gasp breathlessly as she sailed through the air, then crashed down into the scorching desert sand… right behind her horse. Her exhausted, sweaty horse. Her horse who hadn’t noticed her owner flying over her, and now, as the weasel lay in the dust behind her, wanted nothing more than a good sit down…

As Texas groaned and opened her eyes, spitting out a mouthful of sand, she found herself staring up at a lunar eclipse, as suddenly two huge black moons blocked out all light. The weasel’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream, but the horse’s ass crashed down hard right on top of her face, flattening it out instantly with a sweaty ‘splat!’, and filling the weasel’s mouth with foul-tasting butt fat. As Texas screamed and thrashed around, the exhausted, sweaty horse on her face just ignored her, thankful for the comfortable seat as it enjoyed a long afternoon’s rest.

From her viewpoint on the back of the train, Georgia just chuckled and shook her head at the sight of Texas getting squashed by her own steed. While she was half tempted to stop the train and go scrape the sheriff up, she was content in the knowledge that Texas would be the laughing stock of the town for a long time. Besides, Georgia had a train to rob.

Bad End: Crushed By Your Own Horse.