Play It Smart And Steathy.

Roxxie had the advantage here, and if Tex came out shooting, the stagecoach crew could get hurt. The weasel shuffled over to the other side of the carriage and gently kicked open the door, allowing herself to fall out onto the warm sand, hidden from the outlaw's view by the coach.

As the coach drivers began to unload the gold and fill up the saddlebags, Texas slowly circled around the small sand dunes until she was behind Roxxie and Butterscotch. From this angle, the sheriff had an unparalleled view of the horse's ass, which was big enough to crush three of her with room to spare, and glistened with sweat and dirt. Texas shuddered in disgust at the sight of it, and even from her position, she could still faintly smell the horrific odour of manure and horse flatulence wafting off it. Still, from here Texas would probably be able to get the drop on Roxxie, though if she wanted to be sure she would have to get closer, and that meant climbing up Butterscotch.