Sorry for the wait!
After the kid left, Tennessee stayed a while, asking around about the new Marshal. It turned out the cocky kid was telling the truth, there was a new marshal. He and his daughter came to his town, from the hustle and bustle of New York. Why? Most likely to try and catch him...his name had carried that far east? What was he thinking, of course it had! He was the best bank robber in the whole union!
He plotted all through the night, finally deciding to watch this 'Thomas Tyler' at his introduction the following day from a roof across the road. The best way to avoid your enemy is to know your enemy right?
So he watched from the wee hours of the morning. Watched some of the citizens hang union banners around the Sheriff's office. Watched as salesmen set up their taffy and caramel stands preparing for the onslaught of children with greedy eyes and money to spend. Watched as a crowd began to gather.
Then the town mayor stepped up to the podium, "My good people! Long have we been plagued by the Kid stealin' our hard earned money!"
A loud 'yeah' came from the crowd.
"I have listened to your many concerns, like I done promised when I was elected. I have brought you a marshal all the way from New York City!"
The crowd went silent.
"It is a pleasure to introduce, Marshal Thomas Tyler!"
A raccoon walked up to the podium and the crowds cheer was nearly deafening. The raccoon chuckled around his handlebar moustache, and held up his hand for silence. The sound died down save for a few babes caterwaulin'.
"Surely some of you are wondering, why me, a Marshal from a big city like New York, came all the way out here to this town?"
The crowd said nothing.
"I'll tell you why. Because this 'Tennessee Kid' Cooper has no right to the people's blood sweat and tears; just so he can live comfortable. What right does he have? To snatch what you use to buy your food? To take what you use to get new tools to farm?"
Tennessee couldn't help but raise a brow at his lies. Yes he was a bank robber, but he only stole it from corrupt bank owners, or from corrupt people. He wouldn't sink so low. Although, to people who didn't bother to look, it must've seemed that way.
"To steal what you are leaving for your kin?" He then looked back and opened his arm.
A pale raccoon walked out and took his hand. Flowing hair that was not restrained, a hairstyle not very common outside of large city's as it got in the way. She wore a dress of white and light blue, a shawl fluttering behind her. He couldn't tell much else from the distance he watched from.
"I want to leave my daughter Priscilla a world without violence from cowardly bank robbers or other scum that parade around our union. And I will work until the day I go to meet the Lord above to make that happen."
Tennessee jumped from the roof he was crouched on, snaking through the crowd to get a closer look. He was unable to take his eyes of the pretty lass that flanked the Marshal. She had almost white fur, with large exotic green eyes and an adorable pink nose. She was wearing a dress of the finest lace, very very expensive.
As if she felt his gaze, she looked down and locked gazes with him. Strangely he felt the same feeling of being evaluated that he did when he and Phillip looked each other in the eyes. He was captivated, and nearly melted inside just by gazing upon her beauty.
Before he knew what was happening, the crowd began to applaud and then disperse. The new Marshal and his alluring daughter went back inside.
Climbing up a nearby telephone pole, Tennessee peered in through the windows of the sheriff's office.
Priscilla was with her father pointing at a map of the town, as if trying to show him a specific location. He looked at her with a bored, uninterested gaze. She looked like she was trying to plead with him, until he stood up and Tennessee actually heard him demand silence. Priscilla looked at him with defiant eyes and stormed from the room.
Tennessee continued to follow her via window through the building. Every once in a while she would stop and look out the window; he only just avoided her gaze by falling off the window frame and only holding himself up by his fingertips.
After traveling up a flight of stairs, Tennessee found himself staring into her room. He could tell because of the luxurious vanity in the corner and the multitude of suitcases scattering the floor. He let himself in through the window before she entered and hid behind her divider.
The door opened quietly and shut just the same. Dainty footsteps followed, and a loud rustle of cloths as a dress fell to the ground. A flush dusted his cheeks as he looked around the divider, hoping to get an eyeful.
Priscilla stood, fully dressed with another gown on the floor in a heap. She spoke to him with a bored, lightly english accent. "I saw you. You're not discrete for some kinda famous robber."
Tennessee sheepishly took off his hat and stepped around the divider. "I'm sorry ma'am. I just wanted to talk to ya."
The beauty rolled her eyes. "Of course you did." She sat on her bed and crossed one leg elegantly over the other.
Now that he needed to speak. Tennessee was tongue tied for the first time in his life.
Priscilla sighed and walked up to him. "Let's just skip the pleasantries shall we? I know who you are, and after this morn' I'm sure you know who I am. So are you here to kidnap me in order to twist my father's arm? If so it won't work."
Tennessee was intrigued by her words. "Whatta mean ma'am?"
She stepped in a circle around him, speaking in a soft tone. "Despite what he says, my value ranges from 'pretty accessory' to 'election tool'." A slight whimper entered her voice. "My being here is nothing to him. If I were gone, he would be happy!"
He was about to speak, to console her. But she cut him off by stepping away with a sharp, "And besides,"
The white raccoon lifted her arm and revealed ol blue, eyes not teary and a smirk on her face. "It's somewhat hard to kid-nap someone whilst they're holding your gun."
Tennessee's eyes narrowed, she cried like a babe, and he let his guard down. "Gimme my gun lil' missie." He growled reaching for it.
In the blink of an eye, Priscilla pulled the gun behind herself and pressed a rapier against his throat. "Tsk tsk tsk." She patronised. "You ought not to let your guard down. 'Specially in front of a lady."
He smirked and began walking. She mirrored his movements, her eyes never leaving his face, as the two circled in what seemed like a dance.
"And why is that Ma'am?" He asked, watching the way she moved. She had obviously fenced for a long time. Though it was more a symbol of class than a threatening style of fighting in this, the age of rails, gunpowder and lead.
She smirked. "A proper lady is lying and trying to take advantage the second she moves her lips. Particularity when it comes to hot-blooded scoundrels of men." She raised her eyebrows. "Much like yourself."
He stopped and turned the other way, her sword immediately came around and pressed itself against his windpipe again. Once again they continued their circular dance.
"And what woulda proper lady do, if this 'hot-blooded scoundrel' wanted ta be taken advantage of?"
Her eyes widened marginally, before returning to their patronising calm. "She would use and abuse him until she got bored and moved onto the next fellow standing in line. Are you such a scoundrel, Tennessee Kid?"
He stopped moving and looked at her with smoldering dark amber eyes.
"Do ya want me to be?"
She appeared unphased, the only indication that said otherwise, was the slight release of pressure from the cold steel on his throat.
Taking his chance, Tennessee pushed her sword from his throat; grasped her by the shoulders and planted a sly kiss on her lips.
Her eyes shot open wide in fury, and she immediately shoved him away. Only to realise that the gun had been re-stolen from her grasp; he sat on his haunches on the windowsill, gun in his hand. "Thank ya kindly ma'am" and with a tip of his hat, he was gone.
Priscilla ran to the window, and looked after him as he climbed a nearby pipe and hopped away via the rooftops. She pressed a delicate hand to her lips before a smirk graced them and she turned to go back inside.