A/N: Hey guys! An idea has smacked into me so I've decided to make this a two or three shot. Mind you, I won't copy off my friend and this is what happens when...well you'll find out. I hope ya'll enjoy this, and this takes place a couple of days after the first chapter. And this chapter could be considered a sequel to her fic, "Ricochet's Day Off." Hehehehehe. Oh, and the darkness of this chapter will be why I had to bump it up to a T rating, so you've been warned.

It was in the middle of the night as Droop-a-Long made his way into his friend's room. He rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn, since he hadn't got one wink of sleep tonight. What he saw woke him up quickly, due to the fact Ricochet was slumped over on the wall. His green eyes widened in fear as he saw the rabbit shake, thinking he was going to have a seizure. "Mr Ricochet, are you alright?" He asked, rushing on over to him. He grabbed him just as he pitched forward, his white fur matted with sweat. His yellow eyes were wide, and his breaths came out in ragged gasps. "Answer me!" The sheriff's gaze was unfocused, but he latched onto him regardless.

"D-Droopy! My son! I have to get my son!" His eyes were feral with terror and pain, and the coyote then realized his friend had a nightmare and was still in the grip of it. Droop-a-Long wrapped his arms around Ricochet, grabbing the handkerchief around his neck and started to dab the sweat away from his eyes. He then frowned as he felt the rabbit's forehead, and then yanked it back when he felt the heat. Wonderful, now not only did he have a nightmare he was sick with a high fever.

"Your son is okay Ricochet, you're sick with a fever. You must rest, or you'll get even sicker!" The coyote replied sternly, leading him back to the bed and making sure he was comfortable. To make sure the rabbit didn't get overheated, he took his shirt off and pulled the covers away from his body. Seeing him reach for it, he shook his head and pushed him back down. "You'll get hotter with the cover, so please just rest." He felt a pang of sorrow as his friend let out a groan, hating how vulnerable he was at the moment.

The pink furred deputy sighed, soon sitting at the head of the bed and began to rub the top of his head, in between Ricochet's ears hoping it would help him begin to nod off. It worked, but it took a while before he fell asleep. Droop-a-Long knew the only reason he wasn't talking or fighting back was because of how sick he was, and the coyote had an ominous feeling in his gut that something was going to happen tonight.

A surge of protectiveness and unusual rage rushed through him at the thought of anyone getting a hold of his sick friend, and he will make sure no one touched him.

Unfortunately, he didn't realize what kind of price his vow came with...

A couple of hours later had a group of outlaws led by Jasper hiding out at a bar. "Heh heh heh...so it seems like the rabbit's sick with a fever. How about we go give him a get well gift?" One outlaw snickered, and the outlaw leader smirked at him.

"Now now...calm yourself Antonio. We can't nab the sheriff with that coyote standing guard over him, you and the other boys will have to knock him out while I'm busy hauling the rabbit's sorry carcass out to the wagon." He took a sip of his beer, his cold eyes betraying the excitement at the thought of getting a hold of that goody two shoes.

One of the other outlaws gulped as he stared at him. "Are you crazy Jasper? Remember what happened last time when we got a hold of him? He about ripped my arm off and nearly strangled you to death!" Jasper scoffed and glared at him.

"That was because we were caught off guard last time, not knowing he would lose his temper like that. But this time we'll be ready...to take what's dear to him." A cruel laugh ripped from his throat, and after a while he took another sip of his beer as a smile appeared on his face.

That stupid mutt wouldn't know what will hit him until it's too late, and he was going to enjoy seeing the look on his face as he...well he didn't want to get too caught up in his act of revenge, now did he?

Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

Droop-a-Long was about to doze off himself, until the creaking of the floorboards nearly caused him to fall out of the bed. He quickly stood up, wincing at the surge of vertigo that nearly made his dinner paint the floor. Swallowing to settle his stomach, the fur on the back of his neck rose as he heard voices.

"Keep it down, idiot! That mutt has good hearing!" One outlaw hissed quietly to the other as the small group of four made their way to Ricochet's room. Jasper rolled his eyes as he fought the urge to slap them upside the head, since they might screw everything up. A low growl caused the three humans to freeze, and they looked over at the single coyote that was with them.

He looked like his younger brother, Droop-a-Long but his fur was a dark grey instead of pink. His green eyes held a cruel gleam in them as he kicked the door down, and he stared his brother in the eyes. "Well, it's been far too long since we've seen each other, hasn't it little brother? About ten years?" He growled, soon lunging at the sleep deprived male. Due to his reflexes not being sharp if he had been more awake, he was tackled to the floor with a startled yelp.

"Wha-hey! Get off me, Drag-a-Long!" He snarled, trying to get his older brother off of him. "You scumbag!" The breath was knocked out of him when a gray fist smashed into his face, snapping his head to the side. His eyes widened in horror when he saw Jasper and the other outlaws walk towards Ricochet, ready to run off with him.

"No! You leave my friend alone!" A terrifying snarl ripped from his throat, he managed to jerk a paw free and slashed his claws across his brother's face. Drag-a-Long yowled, the unexpected attack catching him off guard. Seeing that he was busy trying to get the blood out of his eyes, Droop-a-Long kicked him in the stomach, causing him to crash into a wall.

A burst of adrenaline helped him stand up, and he charged at the outlaw running out with his rabbit friend. Jasper pulled a gun and shot at him, causing the coyote to narrowly avoid getting shot. Jasper and the other man, Antonio blocked the enraged canine from chasing after Steve since that man had Ricochet.
Despite what had happened last time, they were ready for revenge.

Droop-a-Long yelled out in pain as his back was ripped open thanks to his brother's claws, apparently he recovered faster than he thought. "Thought that would stop me, didn't ya brat?" The outlaw growled, soon slamming his foot into the back of his brother's knee with enough force to make him crumple to the floor.

Grabbing him by the jaw, the vicious coyote then jerked him up and his foot smashed into his ribs with enough force to break a couple. The pain caused Droop-a-Long to cry out, Jasper then grabbed the pink coyote's arm and twisted it behind his back. "I would love to stay and beat on you, but sadly I have other...things I need to take care of." The human hissed, before he used the butt of his gun to slam it into the coyote's temple.

When he saw that he was unconscious, the group then made their getaway after a note was hastily scribbled on paper. The note was on the floor next to Droop-a-Long, and by the time he would even get to them...

It would be too late, and the town of Hoop n'Holler would be without their sheriff. All Jasper could do as they escaped by wagon was grin widely and laugh at the thought.

A/N: Yeeeeah..things got intense huh? Welp, Drag-a-Long Coyote is my OC and the older brother of Droop-a-Long. In other words, this outlaw coyote could be considered 'What if Droop-a-Long had decided to go bad instead?' Also, Ricochet was unconscious and weak from his fever so even if he had woken up, there was nothing he could've done to prevent getting kidnapped.