Duck!

SWISH!

The butt of a rifle swung over where her head had been just a moment ago, and Texas countered with a vicious uppercut, sending the black cat behind her reeling. Texas raised her gun, but the cat recovered quickly, swinging her rifle and knocking Tex’s revolver out of her hand, then moving to level her rifle at her. The weasel shoved the barrel upwards just as the cat fired, blasting a hole in the ceiling, then kicked her hard in the stomach, sending the cat stumbling back. The rifle fell from her hands and clattered onto the wooden floor, while the cat coughed, trying to catch her breath.

“Boss! Why did you warn her!?” She yowled, hands clutched to her stomach.

“Because Tex is MINE!”

Spinning around to face Georgia again, the weasel saw her crouch low, a sure sign that the mare was about to charge. Looking around, Texas’s eyes fell on her dropped revolver poking out from beneath one of the benches. That’d stop the mare in her tracks for sure... IF she could get to it before Georgia did.