They pursue Roxxie.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Tex?" April asked worriedly as trailed behind the eager weasel.

"Course ah'm sure" Texas insisted. "Roxxie ain't the sort to just sit around and wait. There's a good chance that she's already rearin' to blow the walls down on the town bank"

"Yeah but... aren't you worried about... you know..." April said trailing off sheepishly.

"You don't gotta worry none. Ah'm stubborn as hell, but ah ain't so stubborn that ah can't see the writing on the wall" she said before taking a moment rummage through her satchel and pulling out what appeared to be a burlap sack. She held it up, revealing it to be a mask of sorts, with a metal canister attached to the mouth and two circular lenses were the eyes were supposed to look out "Ah wore this when ah did that raid on Lucy's brothel. I still went through hell that day, but it kept me from loosing my mind from her gas. If this baby can handle her than it can handle Roxxie!"

April felt assured as she eyed the makeshift gas mask, though she couldn't help notice how worn the metal bits looked. That raid had taken place a few months ago so it wasn't a matter of age. Then again, it wouldn't surprise her if Lucy's gas was so potent that it managed to corrode the metal.

"Speakin' of, we need to stop yakkin' and get a move on! It's only a matter time before-"

BLAM!!

An explosion rang out in the air without warning, causing the ground beneath them to shake violently. Texas swore onto her breath and gestured for April to follow as she quickly slipped on the mask and bolted for the bank. 'Leave it to Roxxie to go overboard on that explosives...' she thought with slight smirk. She was itching to have a go at Roxxie and pay her back for all she had subjected the weasel to.

Roxxie whistled at the enormous hole she had put in the side of the bank, the explosion nearly annihilating a good fourth of the establishment. Waiting for her on the other side of the hole was her trusty steed Butterscotch and even she seemed taken aback at how excessive the blast was. Roxxie snorted in amusement and went to work filling her bags with as much gold as she could carry. All in all, she had been having a wonderful day. She had a large breakfast, bought some explosives, then out of nowhere Texas came strolling up to her begging to be her saddle. Now she would go home and enjoy her submissive ****'s pampering while counting her loot.

Little did she know, her '****' was closer than she thought and was no longer under her thrall. As she stepped through the hole and waved goodbye to the terrified bank tellers, a gunshot rang out and the strap supporting her duffle-bag was severed, dropping her loot to the ground. The kangaroo snarled and whirled around to find the dead man and surprised to find Texas and her plucky sidekick standing before her.

"Well well, if ain't my saddle! I thought I told you stay put while I did some errands!" Roxxie said in a tone that was less angry and more amused.

Texas narrowed her eyes through the eyeholes of her gas mask and lifted the gun up to the thug's face. "Ah ain't yer saddle, ya ornery varmint! Ah'm get to kick yer head in and bring ya ta justice!"

The weasel's words were spoken clearly and with confidence, though her body language was noticeably more tense with her hand trembling ever so slightly, something that didn't go unnoticed by the criminal before her. Roxxie smirked and placed a hand on her side, slowing trailing it down onto her thick hip. As expected, the weasel's eyes followed her seemingly innocuous gesture, her right eye twitch and her breathing just a bit more rushed. Roxxie had no idea what had caused Texas to suddenly pine for her, but she would happily and maliciously use it to her advantage

"That's nice. Listen, why don't you hop on top of Butterscotch and we can head back home together? I wanna count my loot and nothing would make me happier than to having my favorite little fartsniffer underneath me while I do it" Roxxie spoke smoothly, completely ignoring Texas' proclamation as she hoisted the duffle bag onto her should and strolled over to Butterscotch. Texas swallowed at the offer, her mind struggling to maintain itself. In her rush for vengeance, she had forgotten a vital aspect of the spell placed on her: just being close to Roxxie triggered it. The kangaroo's scent only served to intensify the euphoria the sheriff felt while submitting to her.

She blinked as April placed a hand on her shoulder. The fox was no fool. She could see what was happening to her partner. Despite it all she was confident that Texas would power through the spell and do what needed to be done.

"I'll follow your lead, boss" April said as she tightened her grip on the sheriff's shoulder.