No, but Isabelle manages to "help"

Texas grimaced as the mob drew close, her eyes darting past their collective bulk to the saloon door. She was no stranger to this predicament. More than half of her visits to The Crushed Weasel resulted in her either having to fight her way through a crowd or having to beat a hasty retreat. She did it often enough that she was had complete confidence in her ability to get away unscathed. The only thing keeping her from acting was the presence of Isabelle. The airheaded belle remained utterly unaware of the hostile situation she helped create as she continued eating. Regardless of how much of a nuisance she could be, Texas couldn't bring herself to leave her in the hands of these thugs.

"Annabelle, call em off. Ah ain't done nothin' to antagonize you or damage yer bar" she said firmly.

"You ran your mouth, talking bad about my establishment, to a potential customer from out of town. That hinders my growth, which in turn, hurts my business" Annabelle responded folding her large arms.

"You know damn well that no out-of-towners would eat here!" Texas snapped.

"I know. Why do you think I paid Vivian to put that ad in the town brochure? As much as I like serving crooks, my income's been taking a hit because someone keeps locking up my customers"

Texas was about to retort when she caught sight of something in her peripheral. She just barely managed to dodge a huge meaty fist belonging to a heavyset cat woman, the **** of which would've been more than enough to knock her for a loop. She had hoped to keep things from getting violent but drastic times called for drastic measures. She grabbed onto a the stool behind her, reared it back as far as she could, and smashed it over the cat's head, knocking her out almost instantly. Her retaliation only spurred the others to onward as the came at her at once. Texas' did her best to resist but there was only so much she could do against a mob of giant angry drunks. They grabbed at her arms and legs, dragging her away from the counter so they could punish her without potentially causing harm to any more of Annabelle's belongings. Drunk as they might've been, even they had enough sense to keep from getting on the cow's bad side.

Texas continued to fight even with her limbs restrained, her teeth gnashing and biting at any bit of flesh her mouth could reach. Small as she was, the sheriff packed a vicious bite that gave them pause, though they would quickly find a counter to it. One woman, a pear-shaped pachyderm with a patch over her right eye, took great offense to being bitten and responded by turning her back to Texas and exposing her giant butt. The sheriff's fiery disposition quickly turned into horror as she watched the large woman pull down her shorts to expose her massive, sweat soaked cheeks. A familiar gurgling noise caused Texas to redouble her efforts to break free, but she was powerless to do so.

"W-wait! Don't-"

Texas's pleas were cut off by a powerful gust of hot wind blasting directly into her face. Her eyes watered and her stomach lurched at the horrid stench, her disgusted expression drew uproariously laughter from her attackers and the other patrons. Their merriment would continue as the elephant woman would continue to blast her gas into the sheriff's face without any signs of stopping. Annabelle watched the display with a proud smirk, knowing that she had helped contribute to the weasel's **** with her cuisine. Her cooking was known for two things: being extremely tasty and being unnaturally greasy. That greasiness resulted in horrific gas to those who dare to dine in her saloon. For normal folk this would be a deal breaker but for her customers, it meant that they were always prepared to add insult to injury when dealing with Texas. The fetid stench began to spread through the saloon, eventually wafting over to Isabelle and making the sheep's nose curl.

"Goodness gracious, what on earth..." She trailed off as she finally broke her gaze away from the bowl to look behind her, her eyes growing wide at the sight of Texas being tortured. "How absolutely vulgar! This is no way to behave in a restaurant! Stop at once!"

The brutish elephant huffed and shot an angry glare at her. "Shut yer trap or yer next!" she snapped before turning her attention back to Texas, a fiendish grin spreading along her face as she parted her giant cheeks to better let out her gas. Isabelle grimace and shrank back in her seat. She looked over to Annabelle, hoping that the bovine would find it in her heart to bring an end to this madness. Annabelle noticed her staring and shook her head with a chuckle.

"I don't know where you come from miss, but in the wild west there's an unwritten law that everyone abides by: if you talk smack, get ready to be smacked. What you're seeing right now is what happens when an uppity sheriff doesn't know how to keep their snide comments to themselves. If you were smart, you'd keep your mouth shut and just enjoy the show"

Isabelle looked back at Texas, wincing at the weasel's eyes were beginning to lose their luster. It was only a matter of minutes before the gasious **** eroded her brain and left her completely braindead. Isabelle wouldn't allow something like that to stand! She cleared her throat, drawing Annabelle's attention as she leaned forward to peer up at the cow's eyes. Her soft, angelic face took on a more insidious quality, her bright blue eyes dulling as lines formed underneath them.

"Perhaps we can work something out, Miss Williams?" she asked softly. Annabelle raised a brow, her ear twitching at the mention of her last name.

"...I'm listening"

While the two of them spoke, Texas was struggling to keep her wits about her. From the brain rotting stench, to the hooting and hollering of the crowd, she was getting more and more tempted to simply shut down and fall ****. Lord only knew where she would wind up once she woke up, but at that point all she wanted was a momentary reprieve from the immense suffering she was enduring. Fortune would smile on her shortly, as a sharp whistle rang out through the bar. All eyes turned over to Annabelle who had walked around the counter and approached the rowdy mob.

"Alright, shows over. Let her go" she commanded.

As expected, saloon erupted with angry protests from the patrons. Annabelle peered around the room for a moment, her expression remaining calm as she lifted up one of her heavy feet and brought it down with a powerful *thud*. The noise managed to cut through the shouting and brought it to an immediate halt. A simple gesture, yet it was all that was needed to help them understand who was in charge within the walls of The Crushed Weasel. Annabelle nodded her head approvingly before looking down at Texas. The mob had released her, though she wasn't able to stand quite yet, the stink **** throwing her nervous system completely out of whack.

"You better thank your little friend, Texas. Otherwise you'd be posted up in the bathroom as toilet paper for my customers" she said darkly.

Texas's eyes fluttered, the haze on her brain finally lifting as she took in Annabelle's words. Somehow Isabelle had talked things through with the notoriously wrathful bovine. How this was accomplished, Texas couldn't even begin to fathom. Still, it seemed too good to be true. Annabelle was a bit more on the reasonable side than most of the lowlifes she dealt with, but that didn't amount to much. There was no honor among thieves, after all.

"You're... just letting me go? Just like that?" she asked cautiously.

"Just like that. Although... I do expect something from you in return" she said with a sinister grin.