...She Didn't Have to Wait to Find Out... (End)

The sound of footsteps returned. She hoped it was April, or, heck, anyone else. But she knew from the voice it was not so. “Yeah, I thought on it, Sheriff. But I got a few concerns.” That fat lioness was back. She couldn’t see her, but Tex could tell by inflection alone she was grinning madly. “One: I don’t need you coming loose too early, or figuring some funny way out of this. Two: I think you need a lesson for cuffing me and treating me so roughly. And Three:” She snickered. “Well, sitting out her conscious would be boring. As a courtesy to you…

“...I’ll make you sleep through it!” Suddenly her hat was ripped from her head. The sun blinded her for a minute, but even through the lighting change, she saw two chubby lion cheeks inches from her face.

BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!!!

A swirling miasma of bowel gas blew her so hard, her lips flapped a bit. With her mouth tied, she could only breathe through her nose, furthering her disgust. As she shook her head, and tried to cough, Marian rammed her cheeks around that weasel nose, sealing her nostrils nearly an inch inside the lion crack. “Goodnight, Tex.”

FBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!!!

With nowhere for her gas to go, fart stink blew into the sheriff’s lungs, even blowing through to her stomach. Tex became fumigated in lion gas, and with no outlet, she flailed weakly as it brewed inside her, every second refreshing the odor in her nostrils. She faded out quickly, and if the stink of Marian’s bombs didn’t do her in, the lack of air surely finished the job.

……

Tex woke up to someone shaking her shoulder. Her hat was covering her face still, but it was pulled off by April, her deputy! She recoiled a bit at the smell, before going behind her to unlock her cuffs. Tex was a bit out for a loop, but April explained everything. There had been an accident on the train bridge, and someone had stolen a shipment of gold bars during the chaos. Whoever it was though, they were long gone. Without Texas on their tail, they’d gotten away with it.

Tex growled. No doubt it was Marian’s doing. And she could be anywhere by now. While the sheriff was alive, and a bath would remove any lingering stink, it couldn’t remove the stench of failure. There would be more opportunities, but it would be a long time before the townsfolk stopped talking about their sheriff missing when they needed her most.

A trickster like Marian is always up to no good. But Tex should’ve been careful not to jump the gun. Sometimes when you give someone enough rope, they end up snaring themselves instead of you.