Texas comes out on top.

The sounds of gunfire rang out through the streets of Gold Springs, coaxing its citizens to hurriedly hustle back inside to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. Texas found herself on the defensive as she ducked and dodged each slug as it came whizzing over her head. Her would-be hitman was well equipped to handle her, that much was made certain as his onslaught went on uninterrupted for what had to have been ten minutes. Periodically, he would stop to reload and while it gave Texas a chance to get a few good shots in, the window of time was too small for her to mount and significant offense. The area around her was littered with bullet holes with storefronts being torn to shreds by the dingo's constant gunfire.

At one point, Texas was able to duck behind a barrel to catch her breath and reload. She flinched when a slug connected with opposite side of the barrel just inches away from where she was sitting, creating a massive hole and sending debris flying. His hand cannon had more punch than anything she'd seen before.

"What kinda crazy gun are you firin' anyway?" she called as she went to work reloading her pistol. "Ah ain't never seen a shotgun this on point before!"

Joe raised a brow and laughed proudly. "Custom made, love! When I ain't crackin skulls for coin, I'm a gunsmith in me spare time!"

"Is that right?" she answered back curiously as she reached into the breast pocket of her vest and pulled out a small hand mirror. She raised it up and angled it so she was able to see his reflection across the street without poking her head out and leaving herself ****. From the reflection she could see him as he was in the middle of reloading his gun. Their battle had taken them further deeper into the business district with him standing in what remained of a flower shop. The only thing left intact was the balcony, though its support structure had been damaged by stray gunfire. Any more damage and it would have come tumbling down onto the ground.

"Yep. I ain't as good as me old man, but I know enough to get by"

"Do ya work on commission? Ah need to get mah hands on one a' those!"

"You most be off your rocker! Ol' Misty here's one of a kind!" he said with a tone of indignance. "I've had this baby since I was an ankle biter! Plus, she's a real jealous bird. Wouldn't like it if I went around sellin' knockoffs of her"

"Ya wouldn't even do it as a favor for me? Can't be too hard for ya to make another, can it?" Texas asked innocently. From one gun enthusiast to another, she knew that he wouldn't be able to resist a chance to talk about his weapon. He took the bait almost immediately, going on about how special and one of a kind Misty was and while this was happening, she was getting ready to spring into action. A frontal **** was tantamount to suicide given that thing's firepower so she opted to take a more intelligent approach.

"... one hundred percent pure tungsten with a copper finish. Do ya got any idea how much time it takes to-"

His diatribe was interrupted by Texas as she fired off two rounds in his direction. The dingo blinked and quickly snapped to attention, ducking down just in time for the bullets to go sailing over his head. He breathed a sigh of relief and snickered as he stood up straight.

"Now that wasn't very sportsmanlike" he said as he pointed his gun at the sheriff who was now up and in the in he open.

"If it makes ya feel better, ah wasn't aimin' at ya" Texas said with a smirk.

Joe raised a brow in confusion before a light snapping sound caught his attention. He looked behind him at the source of the noise and saw that she had struck a support beam and it was beginning to collapse on itself from the accumulated damage. His eyes trailed up the beam and until they reached the balcony above him.

"Huh... clever girl..." he muttered.

As if on cue, the beam finally gave way and sent the structure crashing down onto him. The weasel's ploy had left him momentarily stunned and he was slow to react as he tried to jump out of the way. Once the dust settled, he found himself flat on his back, having just barely escaped serious injury. He wasn't completely unharmed as some of the debris had battered him on the way down, including a flower pot that had conked him on the head and knocked his hat off. Still, he counted himself lucky to have avoided a worst case scenario. His ears were ringing a bit though he could hear the distinct click of a pistol. He glanced up and found Texas standing a foot away from him with her gun aimed squarely at his face.

"Gimme yer gun" she ordered.

"Aw come on, sheila. You really 'spect me to believe that a sheriff would-" He was cut off once again as Texas fired on him, her aim being precise enough go right by his ear and miss by just a millimeter. The hitman remained calm though he could tell that this was no idle threat. "Right, right. I get it. You're the real deal" he said with a **** sigh as he placed his gun to the ground and slid it over to her. Texas caught it beneath her foot while keeping her focus trained on him the entire time.

"Ah'm placing ya under arrest for the attempted **** of a law enforcement officer. Roll over and put yer hands behind yer back" she said sternly.