Fire a warning shot (end)

If Annabelle was going to play hard, so would Texas! As the cow continued blasting away, Texas would reach for her holster and pull out her revolver, pointing it toward the ceiling. Annabelle's eyes went wide once she noticed what the sheriff was about to do. "Wait! Don't do that you idiot! You're going to-" Before Annabelle could finish warning Texas, the weasel had already pulled the trigger. The hammer slammed into the chamber, igniting the powder and inadvertently igniting the massive amount of methane gas the saloon was currently filled with.

"Uh oh"

KABOOM!

Rapidly all of Annabelle's gas would be set ablaze blowing the saloon sky high and leaving nothing but a smoldering pile of rubble behind. While Annabelle's hair was a bit singed and her clothes were stained with soot but she was mostly unharmed. But Texas being far smaller and closer to the source of the explosion was in far worse of a state. She was completely pitch-black except for her eyes, blinking a few times before collapsing into a pile of ashes though her eyes remained intact.

"You stupid weasel." Annabelle grumbled as she broke free of the burnt ropes with relative ease. "Anyone with half a brain knows that farts burn." She stood up to her full height and looked down at the pitiful pile that was once the sheriff. "Y'know, you're lucky you blew yourself up. I'd have done so much worse to you if you'd lived through blowing up my saloon." The massive cow turned around and squatted down, her ass pointed at the pile of ashes as Texas' disembodied eyes widened in fear. "Time to scatter you to the winds, MY winds."

With a grunt Annabelle squeezed out one last fart, blowing away what remained of sheriff Texas. April was never going to be saved, though hopefully she'd have a more dignified end than her so-called rescuer did.