Yes, yes the would.

On one of their lucky throws the skunk caught sheriff, she smiled and yanked her catch off her horse and onto the train.

“I caught a live one today!”

The skunky bandit joked, tying Texas up.

“Go tell the boss! I wanna have some fun with this ‘un.~” The proud skunkette exclaimed, before he cohort seemed to run off deeper into the train, obviously Tex was cussing up a storm at her captor, but none of her cries for help were heard, but then soon enough the skunk took her rag, shoved it deeeep into her asscrack, and let out a low, hissing fart, Texas couldn’t smell it...yet, so thats a bonus.

“How ‘bout you close your eyes for a while Sheriff~?”

Was the last thing Texas heard before the rag was forced into her mouth like a gag, the smell making her squirm and kick, before it reached her nostrils, were the smell proved so potent, that the sheriff was knocked unconscious, but she would soon wake up, the only question is...where?