Smiling Jacks Herself

"Ooh! Well isn't this a delicious little surprise!" A voice called sweetly, chuckling as she surveyed the scene in front of her. Boots squished in mud as a figure walked over to the smushed weasel, and the flattened sheriff's blood turned cold as Smiling Jacks herself entered her view, peering down with a big grin painted across her face. Flanking her on either side were two more bunnies, each one carrying a rifle and surely more members of the rabbit's gang.

"I thought for sure I'd have to teach one of my girls a lesson for letting the cattle get loose, but instead it's looking like they earned a promotion!" The bunny continued, putting her hands on her ridiculously wide hips as she looked over the powerless Texas. "Looks like you need a hand."

Jacks nodded to her underlings, and they slung their rifles onto their backs, walking forwards. While the sheriff muffled protested, the rabbits grabbed an end of her each and slowly peeled her up, the sucking mud making their jobs rather difficult, but they were practised at this, and soon held Texas between them like a sheet, the weasel as thin as a dime.

"Alright girls! Let's get our friend back to the hideout proper! It's a good thing you came along when you did, Tex! We were just running out of..."