Yes she does!

As Joe walked through the smokescreen he had created he started to worry that the intensity of his gas had blown Texas somewhere far away from their battleground. He had no doubt that she would've been **** from it, but he wasn't in the mood to go searching around a town for her when he wasn't at all familiar with the layout. He didn't have to worry for long, however. As it turns out, Texas was still very much present in the area and she immediately made herself known by leaping out of the fog and delivering a devastating flying kick to the dingo's jaw. Joe grunted in surprise, falling onto his backside yet again and he looked up to see a non-too-pleased Texas standing above him with a piece of cloth covering her mouth and nose. From the tear in her shirt, it was clear that she had quickly fashioned herself a mask to help fight off the gassy ****. Joe snickered and rubbed his now aching jaw.

"Well, I'm spent. How's about we head on ova to the station, love?" he asked with a sheepish smile. After that stunt, he knew exactly what was coming. The last thing he would see before waking him in the sheriff's office would be the weasel's fist rushing towards his face.

"A deal's a deal. Ask me anything" Joe said with a sigh. Texas had made sure to make sure that he was completely subdued, handcuffing his hands behind the chair he sat on and binding his feet to the chair legs. The hitman appeared to be comfortable despite the ruff handling, his mouth curled into a wide smile and flashing those gold plated fangs of his. The only sign of discomfort on his face was his right eye which had been blacked by Texas's punch. Texas frowned at his nonchalant attitude as she sat across the desk with her arms folded."Ah'll start with the obvious question. Who sent ya after me? Ah already got a feelin as to who it might be but I wanna hear her name outta yer mouth" she said sternly.

"Oooh, sorry sheila. Can't go on yabbing me client's name. That's just bad form, right there" the dingo answered back with a slight yawn.

"You mangy varmint! You said you'd talk if ah beat ya and know yer goin back on yer word?!"

"I said I'd answer your questions. That don't mean that I'll tell ya what you wanna hear" Joe said as his grin widened. His waned slightly as Texas began to stand up from her chair with vicious intend in her eyes. "Hold on, love. I just said I wouldn't give a name. If I were to go about the finer details, well it ain't my fault if you happen to put two and two together, is it?"

Texas glared at the dingo but slowly sat back down. His offer was probably the best she would get as he didn't seem like the sort who would spill the beans after having the information beaten out of them. She sighed and slumped back in her seat with her head leaned against her hand.

"Go on then."

"Truth be told, I never met the client in person. They sent someone else to hand me the contract when I was camped out west. The last job I had saw me taking out some big wig oil baron on his property and that got me into a whole mess'a trouble, so I figured I'd lay low until the heat died down. So I'm camping out, right? And this fine bird comes riding up to my tent with a contract to knock off some do-gooder in a dusty little place called Gold Springs!"

"Is that right? And what did she look like?" Texas asked.

"Ooh, she was a real looker. Big in all the right places. That ass alone could house a small commune with room to spare!"

"Can ya go more into detail? What did her face look like? What color was her fur?" the sheriff asked as she leaned in slightly. His description didn't exactly narrow down the list of suspects she had in mind.

"No fur, love. She was one of them eh... whatchu call em? Rhinos! That's it. Tried to cover her face with a bandana but the horn sorta made it hard. She didn't even take it off when we spent the night togetha." Joe snickered as Texas' s contorted with disgust. "Hey, I'd been traveling along for a week and I wasn't about to pass a chance to have a go at an ass that fine. She was a real freak in the bed too, let me tell ya! Like, we did this thing with her horn where-"

*THUMP*

Texas's expression remained completely deadpan as she reached for the nearest object in her general area (in this case her telephone) and cracked it over Joe's head. The dingo was left dazed for a moment, though his grin only grew wider. He loved being able to push the weasel's buttons despite the pain it brought him.

"Ah think ah got an idea of who that was. Sounds like one of her lackies actin as a proxy. Figured she'd be too yella t'get her hands dirty goin in person..."

"Don't know who ya talkin about but I figure they must be a big wig themselves. Maybe some blue blooded snot with a grudge or some crooked politician tryin to get ridda someone who knows two much. At least that's usually how it goes when someone's sent on another's behalf. You musta pissed off someone with a lot of money to throw around if they were willin to pay MY rates!"

"Is that right? Well, it does mah heart good knowin I put a dent in that varmint's wallet" Texas said with a slight smirk as she stood up to her feet. "Ah think ah heard all ah needed to hear. Seein as how you were willin to cooperate, ah'm willin to show some leniency but that don't mean yer not gonna serve some time, ya hear?"

"Aw come on. Don't I at least get that drink you promised me?" the dingo whined as Texas undid his leg binds and ushered him out of the chair.

"Ah said we would have a drink but ah didn't say when. Once you've served yer sentence, ah'll take ya out for a cold one" the sheriff said with a smirk. Her retort drew an hardy chest laugh from the hitman as she showed him to the cell.

"Now that's just coldblooded! You're a right ripper, you are!" he chuckled as the door slammed behind him. It took a surprising amount of effort for Texas to keep from laughing along with him. This was the same man who had made an attempt at her life not an hour ago and hear he was joking around smiling that big smile of his. It was oddly refreshing to face off with someone so affable in nature. 'Ah guess we both have something to look forward to when you get out' the sheriff thought to herself. She would never reciprocate his attempts at courtship but if nothing else, he seemed like someone she could share a cold drink with.

"One last thing, love" The dingo said as he sat down in the center of his new residence. "You might wanna stay on your toes from here on. I ain't the only bloke what got paid to do you in"

"What do you mean?" Texas asked curiously.

"Eh, I shouldn't be tellin ya this but... I'd hate to see ya done in without you havin' a fighting chance. It wouldn't be proper" Joe said as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "My contract was one of five give out to the best mercenaries in the west. I just happened to be the first to get mine on account of me being closest to this town. It's only a matter'a time before the others start showin' up to put you down"

Texas was completely taken aback. Five mercenaries? Was Vivian really that angry about their previous lost that she would go to such an ****? Texas shook her head. Of course Vivian would do that. Despite her vast intellect and wealth, Vivian's pettiness often bordered on childishness.

"How do ya even know all that?" she asked curiously.

"That rhino bint what gave me the contract. A romp in the sheets with me'll loosen anyone's lips if you get me" Joe said with a lecherous smile.

"Ugh... Well, ah suppose ah should be grateful. Ya didn't have ta tell me all that" the weasel said with a slight smile.

"Hey, I gotta keep my future squeeze safe, don't I?" he asked as he licked his chops.

"Not in yer life, hotshot" Texas grunted as she walked away from the cell. Her thoughts turned to the future and the potential preparations she had to make. On top of the usual thugs and criminals she had to deal with, now she had to worry about getting side swiped by hitmen at random. Vivian was the obvious cause of this new development but as usual, the lynx had show enough forethought to keep herself two degrees separated from the crime. All Texas could think to do was wait and take down the mayor's hitmen and probe them for more information that would lead to Vivian's arrest.