A disguise

Of course! She could simply dress up as one of them, some filthy overalls, fake rabbit ears and a little cotton tail should be enough to pass as one of them. Texas hurried home and got her costume together over the course of a couple hours, by the end she was the spitting image of a member of Jacks' gang, if you were looking at her from a distance and didn't have your glasses on. But hey so long as nobody looked too closely she should be fine, right?

Putting on a cattle-thieves swagger she'd hop up to the gates to Jacks' ranch. The guard on duty was an immensely plump rabbit, bigger than even some of Jacks' award-winning pigs and smelling about as bad too, dressed in only an ill-fitting pair of overalls that left little to the imagination. Texas would bide her time waiting for the hefty guard to be distracted so she could just walk on past, when the guard reached down the back of her outfit to scratch a pervasive itch on her rear Texas took her chance.

She hopped on by, trying her best to ignore the guard's penetrating B.O. but just as she set foot in the camp, the guard spoke up anyhow. "Hey! I don't think I know you." Texas froze and quickly tried to come up with a story.

"Uhh... Yeahhh.. Ah'm nyew 'ere." She replied doing about a dozen different accents in the span of a couple seconds and not doing a very convincing job of any of them.

"Oh! Well welcome aboard then, nice to meetcha." Still the guard appeared to be completely fooled by her awful performance. "Need me to point you where to go?"

"Uhh... N-no, that's fine! Jacks already told me where I need to be." Texas replied opting never to try and do an accent other than her own again.

"Alright, well on you go then." Texas breathed a small sigh of relief and made her way further in only to once again be stopped as the guard called out.

"Hold up a sec!" Texas slowly turned around as the guard stood right behind her, glaring down at her with a malicious grin on her face, Texas would subtly reach for her gun, figuring she was in trouble.

"Pull my finger!" The bloated bunny remarked, holding out the very hand she'd been scratching her ass with mere seconds ago. This was simultaneously worse and better than what Texas figured was going to happen. Of course Texas knew damn well what the punchline to this particular set-up was and the guard stunk bad enough without letting one rip, but could she really refuse in her current position?