Protect The Gold Coach

"Yer right. Ah could waste all mornin' checkin' her hangouts, but at the end o' the day, she'll be goin' after the gold." Texas gives April a nod, and gets one in return. "Alright, you hold down the fort here, partner. I'll be back with that fat-ass roo in no time."

It was a few hours later now, and Texas lay hidden inside the coach, surrounded by crates of gold nuggets. The carriage drivers had been more than happy to let the sheriff tag along when she explained the situation, going so far to even lend her a spare rifle in addition to her usual revolver. If Roxxie did attack, Texas would make sure she had a bad time.

However, at this point the sheriff was having her doubts. They had been travelling for a while now, and if they went any further, they would be safely within the limits of the next town over. Maybe Roxxie didn't know about the carriage. Maybe-

The carriage suddenly jerked to a halt, yanking Texas from her thoughts. The weasel sat up and slightly tugged back the curtain blocking one window, seeing exactly what she expected. About thirty yards ahead was the rotten roo herself, smirking down at the carriage from atop her massive, fat steed, easily as big as the coach Texas was hiding in. In one of the roo's hands was a pair of colossal saddlebags, and in the other was an extra-large revolver.

"I'm sure you know how this works by this point." Roxxie says, smiling at the carriage drivers and tossing the saddlebags forwards into the dusty desert road. "Start loading 'em up."

As the carriage crew scurried over to grab the saddlebags, Texas narrowed her eyes and held her rifle at the ready, debating how to deal with this. If she leapt out of the coach now she would have the drop on Roxxie, but might put the crew in danger. On the other hand, if she climbed out the opposite door of the carriage, she might be able to circle around the sand dunes and get the drop on the bandit, but if she was seen the element of surprise, her only advantage, would be lost.