Attack

Jesse and Jane were formidable fighters, and caution was usually advised, but the weasel had noticed something that would give her an advantage. Texas launched forwards and delivered a hard punch right into Jane’s snout, making her squeal and clutch her nose, then kicked her right in the gut. While the pig was left doubled over and gasping, one might think that Texas had left herself completely open to Jesse, but as the second pig lumbered forward to tackle the sheriff and no-doubt smother her under her blubbery flab, Texas stepped back and kicked Jesse hard in her ankle. With a squeal, the massive pig’s eyes widened and she collapsed like a sack of bricks, clutching her leg in pain. Texas put her hands on her hips and shook her head.

“Fightin’ on a sprained ankle, Jesse? Ah’d’ve thought you had a bit more sense than that.” She said admonishingly. The pig's squeals turned to a growl as she glared up at Texas.

“How the hell did you-” She started, and Tex just smirked.

“Gave yerself away when ya tried t’ stomp mah head in. Looked like it hurt.” Glancing to the side, Texas noticed her trusty revolver lying next to a nearby mailbag, and stepped over to grab it.

WHAM!

From out of nowhere, Jane slammed into the weasel with a powerful shoulder-charge, sending her crashing into the mail bags in a blizzard of letters. The weasel groaned and started to push herself up, but as she did so, she had taken her eyes off the pigs.

“Jesse! Grab the gun!” She heard, and as Texas got back to her feet and turned around, her head spinning, she was faced with a conundrum. Both pigs were standing within striking distance for the sheriff, but she couldn’t see their hands, and had no idea which one had the gun. The only distinguishable feature between the two pigs were their different coloured bandanas, but… which colour bandana did Jesse wear again…?