Texas Takes Advantage Of Diamond's Distraction To Roll Off The Conveyor

Texas knew instinctively, having been tied up one too many times for her liking, that Roxxie and Diamond would not have taken any chances with their rope tying. If the weasel wasted her time trying to struggle free, she would be going under that press in no time, and that was not something she wanted to think about... Instead, as the two villains were busy, the weasel rolled right off the edge of the belt, landing on the dusty floor next to it and starting to inch her way to a nearby crate she could hide behind, looking for anything to slice through the ropes. Meanwhile, Roxxie glanced up and grinned, not seeing Texas on the conveyor belt, then walked over happily.

"Ah hell, we musta missed the good bit... Well, whatever, let's put this weasel to use!" She grabbed the tray that the counter fit coins would usually fall into and yanked it open, only to see that it was entirely empty. "Oi! What the shit? Where is she!!" She yelled angrily. Texas, hearing Roxxie's angry and disappointed cry, couldn't help but smirk a little at that, as she used a rusty nail to slice through the last of the rope, freeing herself. She paused and looked around, knowing that she'd have to move soon, but to where? To her left she could see her gun belt hanging on a nearby chair, no doubt meant to be kept as a trophy, but there were two of them and one of her... On the other hand, across the room from her was an open door, but the Sheriff couldn't be sure where it would lead, and they were sure to see her if she made a run for it.