Texas orders a drink

"I don't intend to leave until I get some information on that varmint, but I don't want to fight Annabelle either."

She thought the weasel without taking her eyes off the angry face of the huge bull woman.

"Fine, I'll have a drink." Texas said, and at these words Annabelle's angry face turned into a smile and she said:

"What do you want?" The bull asked. "A shot of Whiskey, but make it strong." Texas answered.

"Excellent choice ..." Annabelle retorted, without stopping to smile.

While Annabelle was preparing the drink, Texas leaned back against the counter, without stopping to look intently at the saloon customers, who returned her gaze with intimidating faces.

"Your whiskey, sheriff ..." The bull woman said to the weasel, almost whispering, after placing the glass on the counter.

Texas, without even looking at her, took the shot and swallowed the **** in one go. After drinking, the customers suddenly began to smile and laugh loudly.

"What the heck is wrong with them?" She thought the weasel.

Suddenly, her strength in her legs failed her and she found herself on the ground on her knees, out of breath and with a terrible dizziness. Annabelle laughed too and as she walked out of the counter, approaching Texas she said: "Texas darling, mama never told you not to drink what your enemies give to you?"

"Wh-what did you give me to drink !?"

"Nothing special, Whiskey and ****!" Annabelle replied smiling.

As the customers began to rise one by one and walk towards her, Texas tried to take the revolver, but the effect of the **** had drained the energy from her hands as well, and she knocked the gun to the ground.

Before she could retrieve it, Annabelle took it and threw it out of an open window, then she said, "Oh, don't worry, Tex. The **** you drank is not fatal, but you won't be able to do anything for a few hours.

That way we will all have time to have some fun with you before Gerogia comes to get you. Or rather, to take what's left of you! "

And after finishing the sentence with a sinister smile, Annabelle took the kneeling weasel's arms with one of her large hands and held them firmly behind her back. She then grabbed the back of her head with her other hand and held her firmly in front of a grizzly woman's broad buttocks.

"Are you ready, Sheriff? 1 ... 2 ..."