A tour of the town.

"Such a lovely little town you live in, Miss Texas!" Isabelle chimed as they walked down the busy streets of Gold Springs. She seemed insistent on maintaining constant physical contact with the sheriff, interlocking their arms the moment they stepped off of the horse. Texas didn't particularly mind it, though it made things more than a little awkward as she could feel the eyes of the towns folk turning in their direction whenever they happened by. She could hardly blame them. For someone who seemed to be totally married to her job, it must've been odd seeing her walking the streets with an attractive woman latched to her arm. Isabelle's posh attire and delicate disposition made it all the more easy to focus in on them as they travelled.

"It's alright, ah guess" Texas said with a shrug. She was having a hard time thinking of places to take this strange visitor. She wanted to keep the tour interesting, but Gold Springs wasn't exactly the most exciting of places, at least during it's peaceful times. "Ah'll be honest with ya ma'am, this here's a minin' town. Ain't a whole lot to do aside work, drink, and sleep"

Her words fell on deaf ears as Isabelle continued to look about the town with childlike enthusiasm. Texas couldn't tell if the sheep was putting on an act or was just that easily entertained. She lead the eager sheep deeper into town, answering the many questions thrown her way regarding the town's history and the significance of it's landmarks. Throughout it all, Isabelle maintained her cheerful demeanor, though her energy seemed to wane as they travelled. Sweat practically poured from her neck, and from the corner of her eye the sheriff see that Isabelle's cleavage glistening in the sun. The weasel a eyes widened slightly as Isabelle reached between her breasts and pulled out an expensive looking folding fan.

"Good heavens... All this excitement has left me tuckered out" she sighed. "A nice cold iced tea sounds delightful... Perhaps accompanied with some authentic Gold Springs cuisine?"

"Well, ah don't know about that other thing ya asked for but ah know a place where we can get you that iced tea, and some pretty good grub too" Texas offered.

"That sounds lovely~" Isabelle said happily as she gave the weasel's arm a squeeze.

Texas was more than happy to take the sheep to her favorite tavern, having been absent from there since the duel with Joe. She had dedicated all of her time skulking for suspicious looking figures that she had given herself no time to unwind. Perhaps finding this stranger was a blessing in disguise, as it gave her an excuse to go there. She lead the way to the tavern, eager to wet her while with a few shots of whiskey. They arrived at the establishment several minutes later and the sheriff was surprised to see the bartender standing outside and giving direction to two large burly wolf men. The were hard at work, using a pulley system to hoist a massive block of ice to the second floor balcony.

"G'afternoon, Frank!" Texas called as she approached the tavern. The elk blinked and smiled brightly at the sight of the weasel.

"Howdy, Texas! !" he called back. He approached the sheriff, giving her a friendly pat on the arm. "Where on earth have you been? Last I saw, you were heading out to deal with that big scary fella, then we don't see you for about a week! I was worried that I'd lost one of my favorite customers!"

"You should know that it takes more than one goon to put me down" Texas said with a smirk. "Ah got em locked up in the holdin' cell right now. Fer someone in such a dirty field, he ain't too bad. Course ah gotta slap him around sometime to keep em from flappin his gums"

"I wouldn't have expected anything less from you, Texas! Did you ever find out who sent the varmint?" Frank asked curiously.

"Nah. Although he did gimme some useful information. Apparently, he's one of five thugs hired to take me out. Ah been doin' s'more patrols around town to see if I can catch em before they even get the chance but ah ain't find anything outta the ordinary so far... well, except for two punks harassing travelers outside'a town"

"Well, I'm just glad to see that you're in one piece. So what brings you here today?"

"Oh, ah'm just here to git some grub for this little lady right h-" Texas paused as she looked to the side and found that Isabelle was no longer clinging to her arm. She had somehow managed to slip off completely unnoticed during their conversation. "Huh... where'd she run off too...?" she asked as she looked around the area.

"Excuse me, Miss! You really shouldn't be standing there! It ain't safe!" Frank shouted suddenly. Texas turned her attention back to the tavern where she saw Isabelle standing right beneath the overhanging chunk of ice. The sheep sighed in content as she enjoyed both the shade and the cool water droplets that occasionally sprinkled down onto her.

"Mmm... this is just what the doctor ordered..." she moaned as she pulled at the front of her dress to let the water drop onto her chest. Texas would have normally admonished her for her lack of safety, but the sheriff was too preoccupied ogling the sheep's cleavage. Beneath her dress, she wore a girdle that looked two sizes two tight with her breasts threatening to spill out with the slightest moment. Texas wasn't alone in eyeing the sheep's assets. Frank's gaze was trained firmly on the sheep's impressive bust, his mouth slightly ajar and his workpants beginning to tighten in the front.

Unfortunately, the enticing display was being watched by one other person, that being one of the delivery men had stopped pulling at the rope as he leered at Isabelle, his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth. His partner wasn't so easily distracted, his face turning red as he struggled to pull his end of the rope.

"H-Hey! Keep pullin', ya damn fool!" he growled as his hands began to weaken from the strain of keeping such weight aloft. His partner blinked, snapping out of his daze and looking towards their work. It took a few seconds for him to gather himself, his brain still flustered by the sight of the sheep's ample bosom. That all the time needed to completely undo their hard work, as the sweat from his partner's hands caused the rope to slip from his grip. He tried to stop it, but only succeeded in getting rope burn from the attempt, forcing him to let go.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion for Texas as she saw the massive block of ice descend onto Isabelle. The busty belle didn't even notice the approaching hazard, as she was purely fixated on cooling herself down. Without thinking, the sheriff bolted towards the hapless sheep. If she didn't act fast, Isabelle would be crushed flat!