June, the legendary outlaw

“Well…” Jesse drawled as she scratched her chin in thought. She had to really think hard about what she wanted to tell the naive weasel. She was torn between having her holed up in their home as a willing **** or having her tag along on their heists. Where it not for Texas, they probably would’ve wound up using the bearer bonds as toilet paper.

“You were... the meanest, baddest, most lowdown criminal in all the west!” She said with an unconvincing grin. June tilted her head as she stared up at her, her brow furrowing in confusion. The weasel was willing to believe that she was some kind of outlaw, but she had a hard time believing that someone of her stature could carry such a reputation. Jesse’s eyes darted over to her twin, the corner of her mouth twitching. Jesse was quick to pick up on her signals as she spoke up.

“Uh, yeah! You were a real piece of work back in your heyday! You taught us everything we know!”

“Really? Ah did?” June asked as a smile began to form on her face.

“That’s right!” Jesse sang as she brought the weasel in for a tight one armed hug. “You’re our role model! We’d be lost without our big sister teaching as all the tricks of the trade!”

“Oh wow… ah never woulda thought that ah could be so important…” the weasel murmured. It did explain how she happened be aware of the value of the bail bonds. Seeing them must have brought her criminal expertise to the surface.

“Oh yeah, you’re important all right!” Jane said with an amused snort, her words laced with sarcasm. “You’re the most important gal in our lives!”

June’s heart soared at her sister’s words. She was still somewhat skeptical as to how much pull she had in the criminal underworld, but she was happy to embrace this identity if it meant that she could be of use to her little sisters. Still, that explanation only raised more questions for the confused weasel. For one thing, what was she doing so far from home? She had woken up in a unfamiliar room, all by her lonesome with her sisters no where to be seen. She was about to ask about it when Jesse spoke up again.

“Yeah… you were quite the terror back in the day. In fact, you were so scary that everybody pretends to not remember you!" Jesse said dramatically. "It was a real shock when you decided to call it quits and let me and Jane take the reigns. We tried to talk you out of it, but you all like, ‘no no, it’s you girl’s time to shine! You’re so much stronger and prettier and better looking then me! All I want is to take care of my little sisters for the rest of my life!’”

“‘And I really really like the smell of your asses and I wanna lick the sweat off of em every day!’” Jane added with barely contained excitement. She was so excited to jump in on her sister’s rouse that she didn’t think to moderate her expectations. Fortunately for them, June’s brain wasn’t exactly running on full cylinders as she nodded her head slowly.

“Ah guess that explains a few things…” she said softly. Why else would her loving siblings subject her to such rough treatment? Surely they wouldn’t do it for their own sick enjoyment. Her nose curled at this revelation. She couldn’t imagine what sort of weird deviant she must’ve been to enjoy all that. “But… why was ah wanderin around town by mahself? Ah woke up in this weird room buck naked. I found these clothes laying around, and… and they fit like they were make for me…” she said as she gestured to her ensemble. Jesse blinked, and scratched the top of her head in thought. Fun as it was to mess with the gullible weasel, she hated having to think on her feet like this.

“How the heck are we supposed to know?” Jane answered with a shrug. “We can’t be around you every minute of every day. Figure it out on your own”

Jesse shot her sister a glare for opening her mouth before thinking yet again. They still didn’t know what caused the sheriff to lose her memory, which meant that they didn’t know how deep her amnesia went. One wrong statement could potentially bring those memories flooding back and they weren’t prepared to deal with an enraged and **** hungry Texas. June groaned and rubbed her temples, her head pounding as she struggled to recall the events leading up to her meeting up with her little sisters. She gave it her all for a few seconds before giving up and letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Ferget it. It probably weren’t important anyhow” she grumbled. Jesse blinked and smiled brightly, feeling as though they had dodged a bullet.

“Uh… You said it, June! H-hows about you show us howda use them there bondy paper thingies?” She asked as she patted the weasel on the back and pushed her in the direction of the safe.

“Hm? Oh yeah, that. Alright gals, lemme show ya’ll how to make some real money.”

While June was schooled her siblings on the the finer points of money laundering, Gold Spring’s most trusted deputy was on her way to the station. Her sleep schedule was much less stringent than her boss’s. It wasn’t uncommon for her to walk into the offices hours after Texas finished her early morning patrol, her weasel greeting her with a fresh cup of coffee and a smile. April couldn’t think of a better way to kickstart her day. She stepped into the station and was surprised to find the sheriff missing from her post.

“Texas?” She called, assuming the weasel was in her room upstairs. After receiving no response, she titled her head to the side to try and catch any noises coming from above. Nothing. She frowned and walked inside, looking around the area for a note that her boss might’ve left explaining her absence. Again, nothing. She scratched her head in befuddlement. To some, this wouldn’t seem like that big of a disturbance, but April knew her friend well. Punctuality was very important to Texas. Had something happened to her during early morning patrol?

Her concern grew as she walked upstairs to find the door to Texas’s bedroom slightly ajar. She stepped forward slowly, keeping a hand on her holster as she poked her head in the door. Unlike downstairs, there were some signs of life in that room. A half finished bottle of rum sat on the floor and the bed hadn’t been made, something that struck her odd given Texas’s orderly nature. She walked around the room for several more minutes, searching for anything that might’ve given her a hint to where her boss was at that moment. While searching the furthermost corner of the room, she came across a damaged alarm clock.

April looked it over for a bit, her gut telling her that this object held some sort of importance to her investigation. She raised a brow as she noticed that both sides were crumpled in slightly, as though someone had chucked it against the wall a few times. It raised some questions, though the deputy struggled to see how it fit into the bigger picture. Sighing, she tucked the clock into her pocket and walked back downstairs.

“I’m overthinking things. Texas’s probably dealing with some vagrants or something…” She muttered to herself before taking a seat at her desk and going through the numerous papers stacked up from the day prior. She didn’t want Texas to come in and see her slacking from her usual duties, though it was rather hard to focus on paperwork with her instincts telling her that something was amiss.