...Get To The Witchdoctor, Fast

(Originally by Cheese111)

There were precious few options with the mayor no doubt alerting all her goons and possibly even the townsfolk. Texas still clung to one sliver of hope. Neither the mayor nor any of her henchmen knew why she was so small. They'd guard any potential allies, but they wouldn't suspect Abra's involvement in her situation. Unfortunately, her little detour to the mayor's office had put an even greater distance between her and her goal. For now she had to get into hiding in the few minutes she had where Vivian was contacting her men. She crossed the street with little effort and hid behind a house. As she ran down the alley she could suddenly hear Vivian's distraught voice ring out.

"Spread the word, there's an impostor in town! Some lowly weasel is trying to make a mockery of our fair justice system by dressing up as our sheriff. She's about a foot tall and dressed just like Texas. Bring her to me and I'll see to it you're well rewarded!"

"sonofa..." Texas hissed under her breath. The mayor had effectively riled up the whole town to go after her. Now more than ever she needed to be stealthy. For once her small size became a benefit, letting her scurry into impossibly small hiding places whenever footsteps drew near. gaps in walls she'd normally never even glance at became safe havens as large boots stomped by. She even hid in old tins and other clutter, but this would prove a dangerous idea.

The sheriff came eye to eye with one of Vivian's henchmen and hid quickly. But when the frustrated goon couldn't find her target, she angrily kicked a nearby can on the ground, unaware the tiny sheriff was inside. Texas needed every ounce of her iron will not to scream her lungs out as she flew through the air inside of her shelter. It tumbled along before finally coming to a stop. The weasel felt a little nauseous, but when she saw the thug had kicked her closer to her destination she managed a smile. She ached from the sudden and rough ride, but she could finally see the first signs of Abra's wagon in the distance.

The journey from building to building seemed to go on for hours. The pint-sized sheriff kept up her guard, carefully snooping around every corner. The closer she got to the outskirts of town, the fewer people there were to spot her. But these houses were newer and didn't have nearly as many hiding places for her. Similarly the alleys around them were far less messy. Only a few more buildings until she'd have to dash through the open to reach Abra's place. With her goal close by a sliver of hope glowed within the sheriff. Maybe she could finally rid herself of this curse. She didn't know yet how to persuade the witchdoctor, but humility seemed like a good start. And when she got her size back she'd go right up to Vivian and punch her stupid head in before arresting her. That might be the biggest boon she'd gotten out of this crazy adventure. She'd caught the mayor red-handed assaulting her and trying to kill her. But at this size that information was useless.

Another goon approaches through an alley and Texas looks around in a panic. Nothing around her could be used to hide in and in mere seconds this henchwoman would turn the corner and see her. In desperation she hides in the only place she can think of, the sand she was standing on. She scoops away the loose, soft sand and lays down, quickly covering herself and holding her breath, hoping it didn't look too obvious. She could hear the voice of Vivian's thug muttering to herself and trudging along. She'd turned the corner and the heavy footsteps drew nearer. In her makeshift tomb the sheriff could only hope she wouldn't be unlucky enough to be caught in those footfalls, but at the rate her day was going it seemed almost bound to happen.

Sure enough, the ground above her compacts and an immense weight bears down on her body. She feels herself flatten but mercifully it only lasts mere seconds. The thug seemed completely unaware she'd just stepped on the sheriff and kept on walking, turning the corner into another alley and letting Texas rise up from the sand. She coughed a little, looking around skittishly before holding her own aching chest. The weasel never even caught a glimpse of the goon that trampled her, but it felt like it had to be an elephant or something similarly heavy. She dusts herself off and keeps going.