Dodge!

Texas grit her teeth and crouched, pretending to go for her gun, but as Georgia began her sprint the weasel launched herself to one side, diving into the safety of the seats as the horse stampeded past. Georgia gasped, turning to look at Tex, but the momentum carried the horse forwards and, as she wasn't looking where she was going, directly into the cat. The two of them collided, and Georgia tumbled over, falling in top of the cat with a splat.

Behind them, Texas rolled out of her seat and scooped up her gun, but Georgia, seeing this, immediately pushed herself up and raced out the door into the next train car, her huge footsteps sounding out a hasty retreat.

“Ya always were a coward.” The weasel growled, stomping forwards, then paused as she noticed the flattened, shocked cat stuck to the ground. “Hmph. Ah’ll be back for you later, ya varmint. Ah ain’t got handcuffs thin enough for ya.” She said, then stepped around her, then out the door and into the next train car.

This car was full of luggage, most of which was strewn about as Georgia’s gang had already gone through it, but of the mare herself there was no sign. She had a significant lead on Texas, as well as more than a few gang members still on the train. The weasel would have to make a choice on how to proceed.