Texas trusts Jenny. For better, or for worse.

“Sheriff?” Jenny asks.

“Yeah?”

“Do you trust me?”

Texas bites her tongue. The answer that sat on the tip of it was not one that she was comfortable admitting to. Truth was, she was the one in the most **** position right here. What if she hurt Jenny’s feelings? Jenny has every opportunity to stand up and call the whole squad down on Texas here and now. Jenny can walk away and carry on with her life of crime. Texas is alone, with only a good dozen of Roxxie’s gang and the craven kangaroo herself for company.

“I can’t say I got many more options, y’know?”

“That’s good enough for me,” Jenny says. A nervous little titter of a laugh follows the marsupial’s next breath and she shakes her head. “I’ve been such a fool to go along with this for so long. So, sheriff, what’s next?”

“Well, first of all, you stop calling me sheriff. Name’s Texas, alright? You and me, we’re in this together. Now, I’m thinking we have two options ahead of us. If I’m not mistaken, it seems Roxxie’s looking for something in this here cemetery. You got any idea what that is?”

“A grave,” Jenny says, immediately. “She’s determined we find it.”

“Why? Why one in particular?”

“It’s, uh, part of a riddle. Some wandering cow in the desert told her, and ever since then she’s been crazy for it. Says that it hides a clue to something more valuable than all of Gold Springs combined. So now we’re searching for…how did that woman put it…’the largest grave in Gold Springs, on which you’ll find a raven’s feather’.”

“A raven’s feather?”

“Don’t ask me. We’ve been here all night. We’re checking every grave here but none that I’ve seen so far have what we’re looking for.”

The graveyard was decently large, and there must have been over a hundred stones which they needed to check. It might not take all night, but it would take up an ample amount of Roxxie’s time which would surely explain why she was being so impatient… or, at least, more impatient than usual. Still, to then go and take it out on her lackeys for not finding what she herself was too damn lazy to search for. Texas shuddered.

“Right. So, it sounds to me like we got three options.” Texas’ hand crept to her holster where her old, reliable big iron rested. It was a habit, just to remind herself that it was there, that she could fight herself out of trouble if she needed to. “First option, we get the hell out of here. You and me. You want out of this gang, well, I’ll make that my priority. Get you to my office, put you on the next train outta here. That sound good?”

“Better than you could ever know,” Jenny said with a sharp nod. She was already rising to go, before Texas grabbed her by the shirt and tugged her back down.

“Second option, we figure out what the hell yer little mad lady in the desert was talking about. The largest grave? Raven’s feather? Something more valuable than my town? Whatever that is, I don’t think I like the idea of Roxxie getting her hands on it. So, we can run away with that wormy tail of yours between your legs, or you can help me steal that treasure out from that damn varmint's nose before she even knows that I'm here.”

Jenny gulped. That idea clearly didn’t sit too comfortably with her, but she didn’t say no outright. Maybe there was something resembling courage inside of her after all.

“What’s the third option?”

Texas’ eyes sparkled and a cold smile spread across her face as she spoke. This was an opportunity she’d been hoping for for a long, long time. And good old reliable Roxxie had served it to Texas on a silver platter.

“We find more you’s.”

“More me’s?”

“More me’s. I mean, no, more you’s.”

“You’ve lost me.”

“Think about it. Roxxie’s out here, middle of the night, freezing cold, got all y’all traipsing around this cold, nasty little graveyard for something when none of y’all even know what it is. And then ya look over…there…”

Texas flapped a hand and gestured towards where Roxxie was currently sat. Jenny peeked over and recognised a rat girl who had shared a hunk of lamb with her once when she’d been starving, sticking out an arm and clawing at the dirt to escape the bulk of Roxxie’s fleshy ass. She gave up the fight when another gaseous eruption from Roxxie’s ass drained the spirit from her.

“You think yer the only one here right now who’s thinkin’ of callin’ it quits?” Texas arched a brow and watched Jenny’s face. Waiting. Expectant.

Jenny nodded slowly and considered what Texas was suggesting.

“So you’re saying…we…we start a mutiny?”

“You and me. Here and now. Roxxie won’t know what to do if all her cronies turn on her. What do ya say, Jenny? Whatever you want, I’ll do. Just give me the word and say you’ll be behind me.”