Georgia Cuts Her Off

(Originally by Cheese111)

Texas was making good progress towards her salvation, but from the alley between the sheriff's office and the neighbouring store emerged Georgia. The horse had never bothered to wait around the wash-house to see which hole the weasel would pop out of. The former deputy knew the sheriff was unarmed. She'd either be looking for her gun or for a way to get out of town. With thugs everywhere the only chance Texas had was her horse. Delighted by her own cunning the towering mare savoured the moment. The sheriff was both moving far too fast and running far too close to her to turn and escape. Like a little gift from heaven the weasel skidded towards her. She would not provide her victim a single ounce of mercy, starting by reaching down and wrapping her large hand around the sheriff's neck. Her immense strength effortlessly lifted the weasel off her feet.

"I must confess, 'sheriff', I've been fantasizin' about this moment for a looooong time. Finally I got you right where I done want you." She tightened her grip, wrenching Texas' neck even further until it was a thin as a piece of string. The weasel sputtered for air and freedom in equal measure, grabbing hold of the large hand holding her up. Even with all her strength, the sheriff was unable to move a single finger as Georgia laughed at the pathetic attempts.

"Wha's that, 'sheriff'? You need air? Don'tcha worry, deputy Georgia's got ya covered!"

The big mare swung the flailing weasel around to her butt, mashing Texas headfirst into the tough fabric of her pants. Her bowels gurgled almost on command and soon a noisy fart blew into the weasel's face. Her struggles began to grow faint. Georgia felt a pang of regret rush through her. Regret that she couldn't torment her nemesis longer. In a flash her crushing grip lightened. With a devious glint in her eye she nodded at the goons that had caught up. They stood back and watched the show, smiling as they saw the sheriff getting humiliated. A glance over her shoulder informed Georgia that even more goons had come to back her up. Texas was so disoriented by the foul stench she couldn't quite catch what her former deputy said to the thugs. Nor did their movements make any sense to her. Only when her senses started to return did she see what was going on.

"Le's have some more fun, 'sheriff'. How's about a good 'ol backalley brawl? Jus' you an' me, fists only." Georgia threw the weasel into the alley she'd emerged from earlier. Two heavyset thugs blocked the exit. Behind the mare two more thugs formed a wall of hostile bodies. The house had no windows to escape through and the sheriff's office only had windows with bars in front of them at this side. The sheriff was trapped in the alley with Georgia. To show how serious she was about keeping everything hand to hand, the mare made a big show of removing her holster and revolver, handing them to one of the goons to hold onto.

"A'right, Texas." She sneered. "Put 'em up. Let's see those little fists fly. Oh, and the winner gets that pretty little badge." Georgia said, jealously pointing at the gleaming star on Texas' vest.

"Ready or not, here I come!" Georgia yelled out, thundering towards the quivering weasel.