Copperbutt, The Large and Crass Bandit

Sheriff Texas was spending her early afternoon at her desk in the Sheriff’s Office. The weasel scribbled away as she worked through a stack of paperwork. A frown crossed her face as she made note of today’s arrests. "C-come on, Tex, y'know ah didn't mean nothin' by it!" A voice called over from one of the cells. Texas sighed as she looked up and fixed a glare at the female gecko on the other side. "Were just an honest mistake!"

“Ah weren't born yesterday, ya varmint. Don't matter that you're a local, just means ah'm more disappointed in ya!" the weasel replied, setting her pen down to look back at the gecko in the cell. "We both know that ya could do better. That ya don't need to turn to rustlin’ no cattle to make ends-" Texas began to explain when there was a sudden resounding *BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM* from across town. The **** of an explosion had Texas smack face down into her desk, cutting off her speech and leaving her dazed for a moment. "Urgh- what the heck was that?!" she groaned, the weasel seeing little cows dancing around her head until she shook it off.

The door to the Sheriff's Office crashed open as a concerned citizen came shoving their way in, a rotund goat in a waistcoat almost tripping over his own hooves. "T-the bank! Sheriff! The bank!" he babbled. Texas was already on her feet, grabbing her gun belt from the back of her chair and clipping it on.

"Who's it this time? Jessie and Jane?" Texas asked, already on the move towards the door, walking around the goat as he turned at the same speed as she walked around him. Gold Spring’s First National Savings Bank had a reputation for being one of the most often robbed banks in the Country, but it also boasted the record for the most foiled bank robberies, all thanks to the vigilance of the town's Sheriff.

"I-I don't know! A horse, a female horse," the goat replied with a stammer. His nervous green eyes zipped around the cells and then back to Texas.

"Georgia then. What's that varmint thinking this time? Vivian ain't going to stand for no bank robbing," the weasel replied, Texas frowning slightly.

The goat shook his head so hard it looked like it probably hurt. “N-no, not Georgia. She had, like, dark orange fur… and a pair of wings. Like some kind of pegasus. Wore all black and had a mean scowl,” he babbled.

“Copperbutt,” Texas declared. One of the wanted posters she had up, sent from the marshals operating in the area. The description of the bank matched perfectly. “Well, it don’t matter who she is. If she’s hitting mah bank, then ah’m taking her down…” Texas declared as she left the Sheriff’s Office and hit the streets.

It wasn’t a long jog to the Gold Springs First National Savings Bank which was rather handy for Texas with how often she made this run. Faces peered out of windows, locals watching their Sheriff from safety as the weasel jogged down the town’s main street. The smoke in the air grew thicker as Texas approached the bank. Her hand rested on her holster as she arrived at the entrance. Even through the stinging fog she could make out a large wagon parked out the front. No doubt this was going to be Copperbutt’s escape vehicle. Texas looked from it, and then to the bank’s front entrance behind as she weighed up her options.

Copperbutt would have to come out this way so she could ambush her, and where better to hide than in Copperbutt’s own wagon? Though she’d have more opportunity to escape if she were already outside the bank. There was only one entrance after all, and she wouldn’t get around Texas.