Texas has no time for games.

Texas was tempted to indulge the stranger's offer, her throat feeling quite parched as she eyed the glass in front of her. She looked up at Joe to read his face for any signs of chicanery but he has already in the middle of messily chugging down his own beverage. He slammed the empty glass down and wiped the remaining drops of from his chin. He blinked, surprised to see that her glass was still full.

"What's keepin' ya, love? From what I been told, you're a sheila who can handle ya drink"

"You really think ah'm dumb enough drink somethin' a stranger hands me?" Texas asked folding her arms. Granted, there were a number of instances in her career where she had made such an mistake, but he didn't need to know that.

"Really? What kinda tasteless bogan do you take me for?" the dingo said in a huff before looking away with a slight smirk. "Don't get me wrong, I'm a right nasty bastard, but I got standards, and there are two things that I can't stand for: chavs what ain't got the stones to fight a bloke fair and square... and the bloody heartless blokes who would waste let good booze to waste!" he snapped before snatching Texas' mug and tossing it back with the same ease as the last one.

The weasel raised a brow at his words. She was still airing on the side of caution, yet she got the feeling that he was being sincere in his attempts to lighten the mood. It didn't make much of a difference either way. He was sent to do her in and she had to act accordingly. She stood to her feet and downed the rest of her drink which by then had been slightly watered down by the ice.

"Tell ya what. Let's tango first and when we're all set 'n done, THEN we can share a drink" Texas offered in a dismissive manner. Her lack of enthusiasm went unnoticed by the burly dingo as he jumped up from his seat with a bright smile.

"Well I can't right turn an offer like that down, now can I? Lead the way" he said before reaching into his inner vest pocket and pulling own another sack of coin. He placed them on the counter and shot the bartender a quick. "Keep em rollin' mate. We'll be back in a little bit"

The elk nodded and slid the money behind the counter. He felt no happiness in accepting his money given the job he had come to do, but he was confident that Texas would come out on top. As he watched the two walk out the door, he uttered a silent prayer for the sheriff and went back to work serving the other patrons.

"Last chance to talk before things get ugly. If ya got any names ya wanna drop, do it now while yer still conscious" Texas offered. The two had gotten into position, thirty paces away from each other on opposite ends of the road, poised and ready for combat... at least she was. Her opponent appeared much more lax, taking a moment to reach into his vest to pull out a flask. "Fraid not, love. Sorry" he said before taking a few gulps and letting out another belch. "Doesn't really matter anyway. Even if ya drop me, I'm still obliged to keep quiet about me client. Although..." He paused and grinned, flashing his gold plated teeth. "Maybe we can cut a deal. If ya manage to put me down, I'll answer any questions ya got for me"

"Is that right? Let's say ya end up gettin' the better a' me. What happens then?" Texas asked, though she had a feeling she already knew the answer. The dingo smiled and pointed his thick finger at her.

"Then you gotta be me gal" he said simply. He laughed as Texas curled her nose at his conditions. "Aw come on, don't be that way! Trust me, when the ladies get a taste o' this," he paused to pat his bulging codpiece. "...they can never get enough!"

It took every once of willpower for Texas no to heave at that moment. While he wasn't hard on the eyes, she couldn't bare the thought of being in the company of someone so vulgar and crass for more than a few minutes. All the more incentive for her to win, she figured.

"Think this a game, loverboy?" Texas asked coldly before she quickly drew her pistol. She wasted no time in sending a message to the dingo, firing a shot that hit him squarely in the chest! Joe's eyes went wide, his eyes slowly going down to the freshly made bullet hole in his vest where liquid flowed out... though it wasn't blood. Texas had intentionally struck him right where his flask was.

A lesser man would have taken that moment to quickly surrender to the sheriff but Joe was ordinary man. A excited grin crossed his face as he looked up at Texas. He had got the message loud and clear: take this seriously or else.

"Alright. I guess it's time to go to work..." he said as reached into his holster and pulled out his weapon of choice: a short barreled shotgun. "Lets dance, lawman!"