Marian Ames, Maniacal Metalworker

“...Marian Ames, Demolitionist. Or uh, aspiring demolitionist.” The lioness swished her tail, which now poked out of her cloak. “My actual job is metalwork, but playing around with explosives certainly sounds more exciting than making nails and horseshoes and latrine pipes for a living.” With a merry chuckle, she offered her hand for a shake.

Texas narrowed her eyes at her. She still didn’t like the looks of this chubby stranger. She’d been through the wringer enough times to know better than to trust a smiling face and a friendly demeanor. She cautiously shook her hand. “Welcome to Gold Springs…”

Marian shook her hand firmly, before letting go. But something was immediately wrong. Tex heard a fizzling from her hand. Looking down at her palm, she noticed a firecracker! It had been stuck to her palm with a dot of tar!

“Are you mad!?” She quickly tugged it out of her hand, and threw it away. A mere second later, a loud “SNAP!” Echoed out as the firework exploded. The sheriff, now quite enraged, glared at the portly lioness.

Marian was laughing herself into a frenzy. “Gotcha! Haha. That’s how I say ‘hello’ to people I really like. And I like ya already, Sheriff.” She elbowed her ribs gently. “What was your name again? Tennessee?”

“That’s Texas,” She grumbled, and straightened up her hat. She was clearly a bit frazzled. “And you’re under arrest for **** on a law officer!” She put her hand on her gun, while pulling out her cuffs with the other.

The lion in turn, raised her hands. However, she didn’t seem the least bit concerned. “Come now, Sheriff Texas. It was just a harmless bit of fun! You wouldn’t really throw me in the slammer for that, would ya?”

“You almost blew my hand off!” She retorted.