Storm the Front Door

As much trouble as it was likely to get her into (and had gotten her into in the past) Texas could not bring herself to undertake a course of action that endangered the lives of others. Holstering her weapon, Texas moved from her place of hiding, making a bee-line for the bank’s front door, and pushing through it.

Both pig’s guns snapped to Texas, the weasel standing her ground even in the face of danger, fixing both bandits in a stare that sat somewhere between steely resolve and stubborn indifference. If the weasel felt any fear, it did not show, and her cool demeanour visibly unnerved the pigs, who fidgeted with their weapons a little. Texas may be the one in the firing lines, but experience had proven she could draw far faster than these sluggish sows could line up a shot.

“Alright yah varmints, funs over.” Texas stated, her voice as cold as her eyes right now. “Lower yah guns and let the hostages go.”

“Hostages?” Jane emitted an amused snort as the people of the bank slowly got to their feet, drawing their concealed weapons and aiming at the surprised sheriff. “These ain’t no hostages, sherrif. These are our guys. Now, how about you kick over your weapon and surrender all peaceful like?”

A setup, and a surprisingly good one for Jesse and Jane.