Jump To The Roof

No, she knew Georgia too well. The mare wasn’t stupid, and Texas couldn’t take the risk. Spurring her horse forwards with a quick ‘hyah!’, Tex slowly came to pull up alongside the final train car, keeping her head down to stay below the window line until she came up to a break in the glass. With no time for an exploratory peak, the weasel gave her horse a final, reassuring pat, then took a deep breath and leapt.

With a thud and a grunt, Texas slammed into the side of the train car, her arms and head just reaching over the rim of the roof, and her fingers digging into the wooden planking. Her legs kicked a little, until they found purchase on the car’s side, and pushed, allowing her to pull herself fully up onto the hot wood of the train’s roof. Crouching down and squinting as the smoke from the locomotive’s chimney stung her eyes, Texas glanced back, seeing her horse trailing off away from the train.

“Ya did good, girl. Get home an’ get some rest.” She muttered to herself, then opened a metal hatch on the roof of the car and slipped inside.

Click.

“Expectin’ someone, Georgia?” Texas said, her gun levelled at the large horse, who appeared to be waiting at the back door of the train. The two of them were in an empty passenger car, Georgia’s goons likely having moved all the passengers to a single car further up, the seats on either side leaving Georgia nowhere to hide. Gritting her teeth, the huge mare raised her hands, then turned around.

“Texas. Guess I was wrong.” She said, her eyes narrowing a little. “You haven’t had all of the brain cells squashed out of you just yet.”

“Got more than enough to deal with you, ya varmint.” The weasel said, grabbing a pair of cuffs off her belt. “Yer under arrest.”

“Oh come on, Tex. You didn’t really think I wouldn’t have a backup plan though, did you?” She said, the mare’s eyes moving past Texas, to something behind her.