The Good, the Bad, and the Raccoon - Chapter 3: The Illusionist

As the morning sun began to rise and cast its rays on Hindus Valley, Tennessee was awoken from his slumber by the crowing of the Wilcox farm's rooster. Yawning and inhaling through his nose to smell the morning air, Tennessee immediately regretted his decision and scrunched his face in revulsion as the pungent stench of livestock manure invaded his sinuses.

"What a way to wake up in the morning." Tennessee thought to himself sarcastically.

Sitting up in his makeshift bed, Tennessee glanced around the barn he had just spent the night in. As disappointed as he was that Rudy and Percy didn't have an extra bedroom for him to sleep in, he was still grateful that the two rabbits went through the trouble of trying to make his stay at their farm as comfortable as possible, even if he had to sleep in their barn where all their animals left their shit all over the place.

Perking up his ears as he heard a creaking sound echo through the barn, Tennessee turned to see Percy push the barn door open and walk inside with a bowl filled with food scraps and a wooden spoon. The poor jackrabbit looked quite worse for wear, having visible dark circles under his eyes looking as though he was about to pass out on the spot.

"Morning, Tennessee…" Percy began with a yawn as he made his way over to the pig pen and began pouring the bowl's contents into the trough. "I take it you slept well after what happened last night?"

"Oh yeah, I slept great." Tennessee replied with a smile as he stood up, grabbed his gun, placed his hat on his head and walked over to his friend. "Though I don't think I can say the same for you. If you'll pardon my frankness Percy, you look like you just crawled out of your own grave."

Percy smiled weakly in response. "Yeah, I'm not feelin' all sunshine and rainbows today…" He let out another yawn as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I think I might've had too much beer last night after you saved Rudy. I can't remember a thing after I passed out on my fifteenth drink, but Rudy told me he and you had to drag me back home from the bar when it was all over."

"Speakin' of Rudy, how's he holdin' up?"

"He's doin' fine, thanks for askin'." Percy replied as he finished feeding the pigs before walking over to the horses and began to brush them, including Dash. "He really looks up to you Tennessee. He says he wants be just like you when he grows up. Now ain't he a dreamer…"

Tennessee chuckled. "Yeah, he's dreamin' alright, Per-" he stopped mid-sentence when he began to feel and hear his stomach rumbling. Embarrassed, Tennessee said, "Pardon me, Percy, but I'm afraid I'm startin' to starve."

"Well, you're in luck. Rudy's in the farmhouse making breakfast for us, so we'd better head over there before he decides to eat everything for himself."

As Tennessee and Percy exited the barn and began walking over to the farmhouse, the latter groaned once more as if suffering from a bad headache before turning to Tennessee and asking, "Say Tennessee? I hate to make you do somethin' labor-related on your vacation, but the farmer's market is today and I think this god-awful hangover's gonna keep me from doin' much to set up our stand. Do you think you can help us out?"

Tennessee smiled. "Percy, I'd be more than happy to help."

After helping themselves to a delicious breakfast of flapjacks and oatmeal, Tennessee, Rudy and Percy gathered all the eggs and milk that had been provided from the farm's chicken and cattle before loading them into the Wilcox's wagon and riding off into town.

As they made their way through the town's square, a good number of townspeople looked in his direction and gave him a smile and a friendly wave as he passed by. It felt so different treated as an adored member of the community instead of being pursued and discriminated against for being an outlaw… a good kind of different that is. As he hopped off the wagon and began helping the Wilcox brothers set up their stand and unload their dairy products, Tennessee began to wonder… was all of this some kind of sign? It felt as though fate had given him a perfect alternative to spending the rest of his days on the lam. Even at the ripe age of twenty-two, Tennessee felt as though he had done all that he could do to honor his family's reputation. Ever since his father died when he was just a boy, the responsibility of upholding the Cooper clan's tradition of stealing from those undeserving of their wealth had fallen onto his shoulders. As much as he enjoyed the thrills that came with being a master thief, Tennessee had to admit he felt quite lonely from constantly running from the law and being considered a public menace for his lifestyle. But here... he had friends, he had admirers, and he was certain he had Miss Jessica Evans wrapped around his finger after displaying his courage and chivalry to her yesterday. If he decided to spend the rest of his life here, he would never have to worry about facing trouble from the law again.

"Cooper!"

…or so he thought.

Turning around, Tennessee saw Sheriff Henderson approach him with a stern expression on his face.

"Is there somethin' I can help you with, sheriff?"

"I certainly hope so." Responded the sheriff as he adjusted the belt before continuing, "I've got an important visitor coming into town in half an hour to pick up a couple of prisoners and I'm afraid I'm not gonna be able to get them both out here on my own. After seein' that stunt you pulled on Wild Will yesterday, I figured you would be the best man for the job."

Tennessee looked taken aback. "Are you offering me a job sir?"

"Sort of," Replied the dog as he scratched his ear, "I honestly think this valley could use someone like you to make sure all these robberies and attacks don't get too out of hand. And even if you're stayin' here temporarily, I was thinkin' you might do well as a… acting deputy of sorts."

"Acting deputy Tennessee Kid Cooper." Tennessee said to himself before smiling, "I kinda like the sound of that." He then straightened out his vest and continued "Alright sheriff, I'm in. Who are these two crooks that need escortin' outta your jail?"

Pleased to hear this but keeping his stern expression, Sheriff Henderson responded, "One of them, you've already had the displeasure of meeting, is Wild Will. The other prisoner…" the sheriff paused for a moment as his expression became one of both seriousness and concern, looking as if he did not want to say any more before finishing, "…Is Blood Red Ted".

As those last three words left the old dog's mouth, the marketplace became deathly quiet. Everyone present stopped what they were doing and turned their heads towards Tennessee and Sheriff Henderson's direction, all of them sharing the same deeply-unsettled facial expression.

…Which made Tennessee feel all the more awkward as he asked, "Uh, pardon me for askin' Sheriff, but who's Blood Red Ted?"

Everyone looked positively shocked by Tennessee's question as Rudy blurted, "You've never heard of Blood Red Ted?! Jeez, you really are not from around here!" Percy responded by frowning and smacking his younger brother upside the head, making Rudy yelp and glare at his older brother.

Sheriff Henderson merely sighed before announcing, "Alright folks, for the next half hour I want everyone off the streets until the prisoners are out of town! Any man who has a gun can stay out here to make sure they don't try to escape but I don't want to see any women and children out in the open until the job's done! We'll be back outside shortly."

The old bloodhound then gestured for Tennessee to follow him, which the raccoon did as people began exiting the marketplace as quickly as possible. Walking inside the Sheriff's office, Sheriff Henderson grabbed a ring of keys and a lantern before kneeling down and opening a trapdoor behind his desk, which revealed a staircase that he began walking down as Tennessee continued to follow him.

"To answer your question, Mister Cooper," Sheriff Henderson began as he lit the lantern and led Tennessee further underground. "Theodore Woolen, better known to the public as Blood Red Ted, is the most vile, depraved, horrid, sadistic outlaw to ever walk the West. That nasty son of a bitch has done it all; robbery, rustlin', kidnappin', murder, rape, you can name any crime you can think of and he's most likely done it already." They reached the bottom of the staircase and began walking through a large tunnel that was dimly-lit by a series of lanterns hanging from the ceiling and was lined with heavy-looking metal doors, which Tennessee guessed were what led to prisoner cells.

"So he's that bad, isn't he?"

"And worse." Replied the sheriff sternly. "He's made more attempts at stealin' the Blood Diamond than I can count and he's killed just as many people in the process. Mayor Evans' wife and Jessica's mother, Miss Benson's husband, Percy and Rudy Wilcox's parents, all of 'em dead thanks to Blood Red Ted and his gang. And ya know what's worse? Ted didn't just kill them… he ate their bodies."

"…Ted has a gang?" Tennessee asked in hopes of getting the image of someone eating a fresh corpse out of his head.

"The Rancid Riders." Sheriff Henderson replied with a nod. "They're the lowest of all living scum, and today two of them are gonna be picked up and personally escorted out of the valley by the warden of Iron Rock prison."

Tennessee flinched at the mention of what was most likely the most horrible prison in the West. A maximum-security facility that held the most ruthless and underhanded criminals alive, Iron Rock prison had the reputation of being inescapable to the point where most outlaws claimed, "if you're sent to Iron Rock, you might as well be dead", which was ironic since prisoners were known commit suicide merely two months after being imprisoned there. But of all the horror stories that came from Iron Rock, the worst had to be about the prison's warden, who many had claimed to be the main reason life in Iron Rock was so horrifying.

And Tennessee was going to meet him in a few minutes.

"Here we are." Sheriff Henderson said as he and Tennessee stopped at the edge of a cliff that was separated from the cave wall in front of them by a deep chasm, which had a fast-flowing underground river at the bottom. Walking over to a nearby winch, Sheriff Henderson began cranking it, which caused a wooden drawbridge to be lowered down from the ceiling and provide a way for them to get across the gap to the large steel door on the other side, which had only a small slot window to let someone look inside. Walking across the drawbridge, Sheriff Henderson began working to get the door open while Tennessee inspected the plaque hanging next to the door which held the prisoner's information.

Name: Theodore Woolen (aka Blood-Red Ted)

Species: Coyote

Sex: Male

Age: 36

Date of Birth: August 12, 1848

Relatives: Unknown

Height: 6'6"

Weigth: 148 lbs

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Red

Occupation: Outlaw

Affiliation(s): The Rancid Riders

"Just remember," Sheriff Henderson began as he finally unlocked the door. "This bastard will try to get in your head. Don't listen to a single thing he says. We've got to get 'em outside by ten o'clock."

"I've dealt with my fair share of people like him Sheriff," Tennessee assured. "I'm sure I can handle Ted."

Henderson sighed. "I hope so," he then grasped the door's handle. "Okay, let's get this over with..."

Pulling the door open, the dog and raccoon walked inside the cell, which was only barely lit by a lantern hanging from the ceiling. Stepping in, Tennessee's face wrinkled in disgust as a foul stench invaded his sinuses, and he flinched as he saw hundreds of small bones littered across the cell's floor. Stopping next to Sheriff Henderson, the raccoon looked in front of him to see a tall, red-furred doglike figure sitting on the wooden bed on the other side of the room.

Unless Tennessee was a fool, and he certainly wasn't, that figure had to be Blood Red Ted himself.

Dressed in a long red coat, a white undershirt, black pants with leather boots and a black hat on his head, the coyote lifted his head to look at his visitors, and Tennessee flinched again as he finally got a look at Blood Red Ted's face, which had blood-red fur like the rest of his body, pointed ears and a scar over his right eye. The eyes themselves were what Tennessee considered the most unsettling trait of the coyote in front of him, as those eyes were ones of a killer who had taken countless lives and enjoyed every second of it. Not only that, but Tennessee could tell even in the dim light that Ted was unnervingly skinny, so much that his ribs and hip bones were visible under his shirt. And to top it all off, the coyote had not one, but four large metal balls shackled to his ankles and wrists to make it all the more difficult for him to move.

Nobody in the room spoke for several seconds.

"…Sheriff Henderson." The coyote finally said in a calm yet very unsettling tone as his lips peeled back into a malicious grin, revealing several sharp teeth to Tennessee that made him all the more nervous. "I was beginnin' to think you'd forgotten about me…" he then let out a dark chuckle that sent chills up Tennessee's spine "Now wouldn't that be a shame?"

Ted then turned his head towards Tennessee, grinning wider as the raccoon flinched at his gaze and continued, "And I see you brought a newcomer. That's good! I've been havin' a real cravin' for roasted raccoon."

"Can it, Ted" Sheriff Henderson growled warningly. Ted didn't even flinch, still eyeing Tennessee like a cooked bird over a fire.

"I can smell you from over here, partner. How do you like yourself cooked? Well-done or medium-rare?"

"That's enough!" Sheriff Henderson exclaimed sternly as he pulled out his pistol. "Mister Cooper is here with me to make sure that you're put away for good, not so that you can have someone else to kill and eat."

"You don't think that this counts as me bein' put away for good?" Ted inquired in a snarky tone as he gestured at his restraints.

"Nah, I think that our little jail is a bit too humble for you, Ted." The sheriff retorted sarcastically. "What with your long list of criminal offenses against our valley, I'd say you deserve a permanent stay at the Iron Rock Prison. As a matter of fact, Iron Rock's warden is on the way right now to personally escort you and your buddy Wild Will to the place where you'll never see the light of day again."

At the mention of Wild Will, Ted's grin faded and was replaced by a confused frown as he asked "Will's down here? How the hell did he get arrested?! There's no way he coulda been caught by you alone!"

"You're right. I couldn't have captured him alone." He then placed a hand on Tennessee's shoulder as he continued, "Thankfully, I had help from Mister Cooper here, so you can thank him for making sure you don't have to be taken to Iron Rock alone."

Ted said nothing in response, merely sending a hateful glare towards Tennessee that lasted several seconds before glaring bitterly at the floor and muttering, "Damn stupid bobcat…"

Deciding not to say any more, Sheriff Henderson and Tennessee walked forward and began to undo Ted's ball-and-chain restraints and replace them with handcuffs, though Tennessee was still unnerved by the hateful sideways glance the coyote was giving him as he worked. As they stood Ted stood up, Tennessee felt even more intimidated as he saw the coyote was a foot and a half taller than him. Walking out of the cell behind Ted and Sheriff Henderson, Tennessee began to hear the sound of muffled screaming and cursing, which was growing louder until the three of them reached another cell, upon which Tennessee realized this must be where Wild Will was being held.

Once Sheriff Henderson slid the viewing slot on the door open, the trio standing outside flinched when a cacophony of outraged swears met their ears, along with a string of death threats directed towards the sheriff courtesy of Wild Will. Annoyed, the sheriff began to reach for his pistol only for Ted to let out a menacing snarl, which apparently saved Sheriff Henderson the trouble of trying to get the bobcat to shut up as Will went silent as soon as he heard his boss. As Henderson opened the door and began handcuffing Wild Will, Tennessee noticed that the bobcat looked like a child who got caught doing something wrong by his parent as he glanced warily at Ted, who glared back at him hatefully.

Nobody said a word as Tennessee and Sheriff Henderson escorted the two outlaws out of the jail and into the town's square, though Ted did wince as his eyes met the sun's rays for the first time after spending a good few weeks in a dark underground jail cell.

Looking around, Tennessee saw that all the townsfolk had taken Sheriff Henderson's order to heart and cleared off the streets into the surrounding buildings, with the exception of some of the town's men who had remained outside to provide extra security and had their revolvers and rifles pointed at Blood Red Ted and Wild Will.

As soon as the clock on the town's clock tower struck eleven thirty, Tennessee watched as a horse-drawn prison wagon made entirely of iron entered the town square, joined by four menacing-looking Texas longhorns who rode beside it on horseback. After stopping in front of the jail, a noticeably larger bovine wearing an eyepatch over his left eye and several scars on his face jumped down from the front seat of the wagon before cracking his neck and spitting off to the side.

"Is that Iron Rock's warden?" Tennessee whispered to Sheriff Henderson, who merely shushed him in response.

Then, to the raccoon's confusion and surprise, the bull stepped off to the side and took his hat off his head as someone else jumped off the wagon. This individual was a female red fox wearing brown boots, blue jeans that were held up by a brown belt with a bronze buckle, a green button-up shirt beneath a tan jacket, and a white Stetson hat upon her head. Most notably, the vixen not only had a pistol holstered to her belt, but also a bullwhip that bounced along with her dark brown hair as she made her way over to Tennessee and Sheriff Henderson.

The sheriff stepped forward and extended his arm with a smile as he said, "Good to see you again, Warden."

"Likewise, George." The vixen replied with a smile as she shook Sheriff Henderson's hand. She then turned towards Tennessee and asked, "And who might you be?"

Still stupefied by the revelation that the fierce warden of Iron Rock was a lady, Tennessee could only stammer, "W-well, I-I'm…"

Deciding to spare his compatriot some embarrassment, Sheriff Henderson decided to intervene. "This is my temporary deputy, Warden." Henderson said as he placed a hand on Tennessee's shoulder before continuing, "Acting deputy Tennessee Kid Cooper, I'd like to formally introduce you to Warden Sarah Jones, the current warden of Iron Rock prison."

Snapping out of his daze, Tennessee extended his hand while hoping the warden didn't recognize him. "Pleasure to meet you, Ma'am." Tennessee said politely yet cautiously.

To the raccoon's slight relief, the warden showed no reaction at the mention of his name as she shook his hand and replied, "Pleasure's all mine." Noticing Tennessee's nervous expression, she added, "Is there somethin' botherin' you?"

"Uh, no of course not." Tennessee answered as he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "It's just that… When I was told I'd be meetin' the warden of Iron Rock prison, I never-"

"You never what?" Warden Jones asked with a sharp glare as she stepped towards Tennessee threateningly. "You never imagined that a woman would be the head of the most fortified prison in the West?"

"W-well, I…"

"I'm just messin' with ya, Cooper." Warden Jones smiled and laughed before playfully slapping Tennessee on the shoulder. "Just as long as you're not a lawbreaker, you're my friend."

"Then it's a good thing you don't know shit about me." Tennessee thought as he smiled back at the warden.

Ted, who had remained silent for the whole discussion while thinking of ways to murder his captors, felt something nudge him in the hip, and he glanced down to Wild Will who whispered, "Hey boss, that warden's quite the sight for sore eyes. Maybe Iron Rock won't be-"

SNAP!

SNAP!

Will let out an agonized scream as he fell to his knees and clutched his now-bleeding forehead while Ted gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply at the freshly-made whip mark on his right cheek.

"See, that kind of behavior is why neither of you lowlife fuckers will ever see the light of day again," Warden Jones said cheerfully as she wrapped her bullwhip back up. "I've picked out two of the worst cells in my prison just for you, and I can promise you'll both be gettin' plenty more whip marks from me should you try and escape. 'Course if you decide you'd rather die than spend the rest of your days in Hell on Earth, I'll happily send you to the grave with a noose 'round your necks or a bullet between your eyes."

Ted said nothing in response at first, simply lifting his hands up to his face and wiping the blood off his cheek with his finger before looking at it and remarking, "You got some skills with that whip, Warden. I only wonder if you've got any other surprises for us."

"You couldn't be more right."

Before anyone could blink, Warden Sarah did a high flip over Blood-Red Ted before quickly drawing her whip and snapping it at the back of the coyote's neck, making him holler in pain at the fresh wound. Even though he wasn't showing it, Tennessee was all too frightened by this woman's abilities and how cheerful she was when dealing with her prisoners.

"Ah, the painful screams of a sinner are like an orgasm to my ears! It's gonna be real fun makin' your life miserable, Woolen." Warden Jones exclaimed. She then snapped her fingers and hollered, "Boys! Let's get these two bastards into the wagon!"

The bulls that followed Warden Jones into town obliged immediately, quickly walking to where Blood Red Ted and Wild Will were kneeling and seizing them by the shoulders before roughly walking them over to the prison wagon, though Ted managed to shoot Tennessee one last deadly glare before vanishing into the wagon.

"Sure is gonna be fun makin' those scumbags' lives a living hell," Warden Jones smiled before turning back to Sheriff Henderson and Tennessee and shaking the Sheriff's hand. "Thanks a million for lettin' me take those two off of your shoulders, George. Hopefully you and this town can get some peace and quiet now that they're in my custody."

"Pleasure's all mine, Warden. Take care." Sheriff Henderson replied with a smile and a tip of his hat.

And with that, Iron Rock's warden strolled back to the wagon, leapt back onto the front seat with her longhorn aide by her side and rode out of town with her posse and new prisoners in tow, but not before sending one last friendly wink towards Tennessee as she left town square.

Once the Warden and her men were out of sight, the townsfolk cautiously began to leave their hiding places and go back into the town square. Walking over to Tennessee with his older not far behind, Rudy remarked, "Nice work, Mister Cooper. Guess now we can all sleep better knowin' that the leader of the Rancid Riders is locked up forever."

"Rudy, just because Blood Red Ted's in the slammer now doesn't mean we can stop worryin' about the rest of the Riders," Percy told his younger brother.

"Oh come on Percy, Ted and Will bein' locked up is no different than cuttin' off a rattlesnake's head and tail; once they're gone, you're left with just a short scaly rope on the ground."

"…That don't sound right Rudy."

"Just take it easy, would you Percy?" Tennessee said assuredly as he smacked his friend lightly on the shoulder. "If those riders decide to cause trouble here while I'm still in town, I'll make them wish they hadn't. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll pop into the saloon for a little celebratory drink."

"Okay, well, if you need anything, we'll be at our stand. Have a good one!"

Smiling at Rudy with a nod, Tennessee turned and began walking towards the saloon while waving temporary goodbye to his rabbit friends. Unfortunately, this prevented him from seeing where he was going and he didn't have enough time to stop himself from bumping into a smaller figure walking in front of him. His cane and a pile of books fell to the ground.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" They both said at once.

Kneeling down, Tennessee reached out a gloved hand to pick up the fallen items, only to find it come into contact with another gloved hand, which was a silky, light-blue one with a feminine build. Looking up, Tennessee's eyeballs nearly bulged out of their sockets, for the person he had collided with was none other than Jessica Evans herself. Just as beautiful as she was the day before, Tennessee saw that she was wearing a different dress, which was light blue with dark blue trims while her hair was tied into a ponytail held up by a matching light blue ribbon. To top it all off, her eyes reflected the sunlight from the horizon, and her brown fur looked as beautiful as ever as it gently blew against the breeze.

"Miss Jessica!" Tennessee exclaimed as he began frantically picking up the dropped books. "I'm so sorry for bumpin' into you like that! Are you okay?"

Jessica giggled in response, picking up Tennessee's gun and returning it to him as he gave her back her books. "Oh I'm fine Mister Cooper," she replied assuredly. "No harm done. And I must say that's an awfully peculiar gun you have, Mister Cooper. Does it have that golden hook on it for a reason?

"Oh, there's a reason alright," Tennessee replied with a smirk. "But it's a bit… out of the ordinary and I don't like tellin' people about it."

Rolling her eyes, Jessica began walking away while saying, "Well then Mister Cooper, if you'll excuse me, I'd best be going off to the library to return these books."

"So I take it you like to read?" Tennessee asked as he walked alongside her.

"I certainly do," replied Jessica as she felt a blush come to her face. She could only wonder why the newcomer was following her and why she wasn't giving him a kick to the gonads like all the other men in town who tried to flirt with her. Was it because he was too handsome? Was it because he was respectful to her? She couldn't tell. All she knew was that whenever she was around him, she felt strange inside – a good kind of strange. Her heart raced like a hundred wild horses whenever she looked into his eyes and merely thinking of the two of them being alone together was enough to make her knees go weak and her insides melt like butter.

"If this ain't what it's like to have a crush on someone, then I don't know what is." Thought Jessica happily.

Deciding to put her thoughts aside, Jessica went back to answer Tennessee's question more appropriately. "And who doesn't? Readin's one of the only things that helps me forget about this crazy-ass world we live in. Outlaws comin' in to rape, steal, torture and kill… who'd wanna live in a world full of so much hate and fear?"

"Do I frighten you, Miss Evans?" Tennessee asked curiously.

Amused, Jessica laughed and replied, "Quite the contrary Mister Cooper. Quite frankly, I consider you to be quite… entertainin'."

Tennessee lifted an eyebrow. "Entertainin'? How so?"

"That stunt you pulled yesterday, it was incredible! I've never seen anything like it before! You were just like a character from one of my favorite stories, a person from a book my mother read to me when I was a kid."

"Oh, do I? Well, why don't ya tell me a bit about him?"

Jessica glanced at Tennessee as they entered the library. While dropping off her books, Jessica began to explain herself.

"When I was a little girl, before my mother died, she would read me fairy tales every night before I went to sleep. My favorite story was Sleeping Beauty, who was woken up by a handsome prince. Growing up, I'd always dream that one day I'd wake up with my very own prince by my side, one who'd kiss me to wake me up. Silly thought, isn't it? I'm almost startin' to sound like Stacy."

"Not really," Tennessee disagreed with a grin. "If anything, I think it's sorta cute."

Jessica blushed as she and Tennessee exited the library. "My, thank you kindly Mister Cooper."

"Please, just call me Tennessee, I insist."

"Alright, thank ya kindly Tennessee. You're a nice man, unlike the other perverts in this town."

Tennessee cocked his head in confusion. "For whistlin' at ya? Pardon me for sayin' Miss Jessica, but I think you're just too stubborn to accept a compliment. You're a pretty lady, more beautiful than anyone I've ever met. And I think that other men whistlin' at ya is just their way of sayin' the same thing."

"Well, that's very sweet of you Tennessee," Jessica replied with her hands on her hips. "But if I'm stubborn, then that must make you cocky."

A pained expression appeared on Tennessee's face as he placed a hand over his chest, pretending to be hurt by Jessica's comment. "Me? Cocky? Why Miss Evans, that assumption is just hurtful to me."

"Dramatic much, Mister Cooper?" Jessica smirked as she rolled her eyes.

"Alright Miss Evans," Tennessee then said in a challenging tone. "I have an idea for a little game for us to play: you and I are gonna head over to the saloon for a couple of drinks. We each take turns takin' a sip, after which we gotta tell each other somethin' we've never told anyone else before. Whoever runs out of secrets to share has to comply with the winner's demands."

Jessica sported a smug look on her face as she crossed her arms and said, "You're on, Mister Cooper! If I win, then you have to tell me why that golden hook is on yer gun. You don't like talkin' about it for a reason, and I intend to find out why. Trust me, Mister Cooper, I will get you to talk!"

"Deal," Tennessee said with a grin. "And if I win, you have to let me give you some of them whistles for a whole week. That, and perhaps a kiss. Feel up for it?"

"Hey, no fair!" Jessica exclaimed. "Why do I have to do two things and you get to do just one?"

"Fine," Tennessee groaned. "I'll also carry your parasol over your head for a week if I lose. Happy?"

"Very." Jessica replied, content with the arrangements.

After entering the saloon and getting seated a table on the upper level of the building, Tennessee and Jessica received their drinks from a waiter, both of them ready to start their "Getting to Know You" game. The two raccoons sported their own smirks, Tennessee's being one self-confidence and cunning while Jessica's was more dominating and determined. Deep down however, Tennessee was a bit worried about what Jessica would ask him in the game. The last thing he wanted was for his budding relationship with the mayor's daughter to end with her learning of his criminal career, not when he had gotten this far with her. For now, all Tennessee wanted was to spend these next few minutes with Jessica Evans in peace and fun, and he was certain he was going to have fun.

"Ladies first." He insisted.

Jessica nodded and took a sip of her mug, then set it down before saying, "My favorite season is fall, mostly because it's a bit cooler out in these parts. There's just too much sun out here in the middle of the west." Satisfied with her confession, she motioned her hand to Tennessee's mug. "You're turn."

"Alright," replied Tennessee as he took a sip from his own mug and pointed to his right ear. "See this hole in my ear? I got this when I was fifteen, when I got in a fix with some gophers who didn't like that I beat 'em and took all their money in a poker game and tried to fill me with lead. Personally, I think they were just bein' sore losers."

Jessica looked socked at this revelation as she exclaimed, "Oh my lord, Tennessee! Are you serious?! Did it hurt?"

"Nah, it felt like gettin' hit by water." Tennessee replied with a smirk.

"Okay smartass, it's my turn," Jessica said before grabbing her mug and taking another sip. "When I was eleven, I stole the Blood Diamond from my daddy's office out of boredom. I wanted to take a closer look at it and feel it in my hands. Thank the lord I got it back there undamaged before my daddy came back inside or I would've been in a whole world of trouble."

"Well aren't you the troublemaker?" Tennessee sighed with content while thinking, "She's almost as bad as me." After taking another sip, Tennessee said, "I've won at least five shooting competitions in my life. I even got the trophies at home to prove it."

"Okay, now you're just showin' off."

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For the next hour, Tennessee and Jessica remained at their table playing their drinking game. In the time that had passed, neither of them had ran out of things to tell each other about and they had gotten to know each other quite well in the process. They found out that they shared many of the same interests, including which books and music they liked, where they hoped to travel in the future, even favorite colors and foods. But out of anything they both had in common, children seemed to be the one thing that they held the most passion for. Jessica confessed how she had always wanted to start a family of her own one day, away from Hindus Valley and starting her own adventures. Tennessee had a similar thought, only instead of having a lot of children, he'd want at least two or three. He couldn't imagine what his life would be like if he had eight kids like Jessica wanted!

"I've gotta say Mister Cooper," Jessica said in an impressed tone. "Looks like neither of us lost the game."

"I know, right? It's crazy!" Tennessee agreed with a grin. "How 'bout we just call it a tie?"

Jessica nodded. "Deal, but we still gotta do what the other person says. That means you have to carry my parasol over my head for a week and tell me more about your weird-lookin' gun."

"Oh, I'll keep my end of the bargain alright, Jessica, if...you stay true to yours. Remember darlin', I get to whistle at you for a week and get a kiss."

"Done and done." Jessica replied.

Before Tennessee could say more, the doors to the Saloon suddenly burst open with a bang, and he and Jessica looked down to see Stacy enter the building with an excited look on her face.

"Hey everyone! There's somethin' goin' on out in town square! Come out and see!"

Glancing to one another in confusion, Tennessee and Jessica left their table after leaving some money to pay for their drinks and hurriedly made their way downstairs and outside, along with everyone else who was in the Saloon. Once outdoors, the two raccoons saw that a large crowd had gathered around a large wagon that was parked in the center of town square in front of the statue of Thomas Evans. As Tennessee and Jessica made their way to the front of the crowd, the back of the wagon flipped down to reveal a wooden stage, complete with a small red curtain that flowed gently in the breeze. Before anyone could say anything, a pair of rats stepped into view while carrying a small table and a record player. Placing the table down with the record player on top of it, one of the rats disappeared behind the curtains while the other remained on the stage and began turning the crank on the record player, causing music to begin to play as a gentlemanly voice began to speaking from all directions.

"LADIES AAAND GENTLEMEN!" The voice began dramatically "TODAY IS YOUR LUCKY DAY! FOR YOU ARE ABOUT TO WITNESS FEATS YOU COULD ONLY DREAM OF! MIRACLES THAT YOU WOULD NEVER BELIEVE TO BE POSSIBLE! AND NOW THE HOST OF OUR SHOW, THE SULTAN OF SHOWMANSHIP, THE MASTER OF MISDIRECTION! THE ONE! THE ONLY! WEASEN WILSON!"

Before anyone could think, a puff of red smoke suddenly conjured on the stage before vanishing to reveal a slender male weasel with tan-yellow fur and chocolate-brown eyes who was dressed in a bright scarlet suit and black shoes with white spats, along with a black cape tied around his neck (which was red on the inside) and had a noticeably high collar that reached around his neck. He wore a red top hat on his head that had a black band around it, white gloves on his hands and he carried a black cane with a red crystal ball-like handle top and a gray silver tip. Most notably, the weasel had thin moustache that ended in a twirl on both ends.

The people watching the display weren't sure what to make of any of this. On one hand, the weasel had claimed to be able to do things they wouldn't believe and some of them wanted to see what he meant by that. On the other hand, he was a stranger in their valley and since most strangers that showed up in town turned out to be thugs, killers, or conmen, a good portion of them were suspicious as to what he was doing in their home.

Apparently, Mayor Evans wasn't going to wait for everyone to make up their minds as he made his way up to the front of the crowd to get some answers.

"Excuse me sir," Began Mayor Evans sternly. "but what just do you think you're doin' here in my town?! Ya can't just waltz in here all fancy-like and expect us to just-"

"Calm down, my good man!" The weasel, who identified himself as Weasen, declared in a gentlemanly tone. "I know what you must be thinking right now, but I can assure you that I'm here for one reason and one reason only: to entertain the masses!"

With that, Weasen tapped his cane on the stage and disappeared in another puff of red smoke before reappearing next to Mayor Evans and handed him a business card he pulled out from seemingly nowhere. "My card, sir." Weasen told the mayor before he puffed back on the stage, which earned him some claps from some of the audience who were impressed by this display of apparent teleportation.

Adjusting his glasses, Mayor Evans read the card out loud. "Professor Weasen Wilson… Professional Illusionist Extraordinaire?"

"That's me, my good man!" Weasen exclaimed proudly. He then made a gesture with his right hand and made four white eggs suddenly appear in his grasp. Then with all his might, Weasen threw the eggs at the ground in front of Mayor Evans, but instead of cracking open to expose whites and yolks, each of the eggs exploded into small clouds of white smoke before some snow-white doves flew out of them as Weasen took off his hat and held it out in front of him. The doves did a loop in the air before flying back to Weasen and disappearing into his hat. This elicited a louder, more enthusiastic applaud from the audience, but Tennessee and Mayor Evans were still suspicious.

"I travel from all over the west, seeking towns that could use some of my entertainment!" Said Weasen as he bowed and placed his hat back on his head. "And you're in luck, Hindus Valley, because today Professor Weasen is going to turn your little town upside down!"

As the crowd continued to cheer and clap, Rudy excitedly grabbed his still-exhausted older brother and left their dairy stand, hurrying to find someplace where they could watch what was going on.

"Come on Percy, wake up!" Exclaimed Rudy as he shook his brother rapidly "There's a magician in town!"

Shaking his head and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Percy glanced up to the stage and furrowed his eyebrows at Weasen, who was still basking in the audience's cheers. "I don't know, Rudy." Said Percy suspiciously, "There's somethin' I don't trust about that guy."

Apparently Weasen was able hear Percy's comment over the crowd's cheers, because before the older jackrabbit knew it, he was on stage surrounded by disappearing cloud red smoke. He then heard Rudy yell out, "Woah! The he got you up there by snappin' of his fingers!"

"What the-?" Percy asked in confusion as he turned around to find Weasen frowning at him in an offended manner and some of the audience snickering at his confused expression. He tried to force a smile, but that only earned him some more chuckles from the watching crowd.

"Care to repeat that, young man?" Weasen asked accusingly as he folded his arms over his chest. "You consider me to be untrustworthy?"

Shaking off his befuddlement, Percy placed his hands on his hips and replied, "Yeah, well pardon my suspicion Mister Weasen, but it's just that our valley has a reputation for attractin' the wrong kind of attention, and whenever some stranger like yourself comes saunterin' into town, it doesn't usually end well for us."

Weasen said nothing in response at first, but then smiled sneakily as he said, "Alright boy, I can see that you have problems when it comes to trusting newcomers like myself, but I think I know of a way to show you that I'm trustworthy…which involves you being my first volunteer for my first illusion!"

As the crowd began to applaud excitedly once more, Percy looked shocked for a moment before beginning to protest, "If you think that I'm gonna-"

"Aw come on Percy, don't be a stick in the mud!" Rudy shouted from where he was standing "Let the guy use you for his trick!"

Turning to see his brother, Percy paused as he saw the hopeful and pleading expression on Rudy's face, and despite his distrust of the weasel standing next to him, the older jackrabbit couldn't bring himself to disappoint his younger sibling. So with a sigh of resignation, Percy turned back to Weasen and said, "Alright Weasen, what do you want me to do?"

Donning a satisfied smirk, Weasen replied, "Glad that you asked!" before snapping his fingers and summoning two of his rat stagehands, who made their way onstage while pushing a box with several small holes in it that was tall enough for someone of Percy's height to stand in. Setting it next to their employer, the rats vanished behind the curtains as Weasen continued with his illusion. "First I'm going to need you to step in here," the weasel instructed as he opened a small door on the box to let Percy step inside. With uncertainty, Percy stepped into the box and turned to face the audience before Weasen closed the box and latched it shut so that the jackrabbit could not escape.

"Um…pardon me, Mister Weasen." Said Stacy as she made her way to the front of the stage with a worried look on her face. "But this illusion of yours…it's not gonna hurt Percy at all, will it?"

Weasen looked positively appalled by what Stacy had just asked him as he replied, "Hurt him?" Taking off his hat and placing it over his chest, he continued, "Young lady, you insult me! I've performed this illusion more times than I can count, and I can assure you…" Weasen paused as he reached into his hat, and pulled out a long dangerous-looking sword that made several onlookers gasp in wonder and concern. "He will emerge completely unscathed." Before anyone could react, Weasen slid the sword into one of the holes on the side of the box, causing several people watching to gasp in alarm.

Tennessee merely rolled his eyes, not at all convinced by anything Weasen was saying and remaining as suspicious of him as Mayor Evans and Percy were. As a master thief, Tennessee could easily tell when someone was lying by reading their facial expressions and body language, and from what he had seen so far, he could tell that the only thing Weasen was giving everyone besides fancy magic tricks was bucket upon bucket of snake oil. However, Tennessee's suspicion of the weasel was put on hold when he noticed a trio of Weasen's rat stagehands sneak out from behind the stage and head into an alleyway next to Town Hall. Frowning, Tennessee began to leave the crowd to follow the rats only to be held back by Jessica, who looped her arm around his to bring him closer.

"Oh no ya don't!" Said Jessica sharply. "C'mon, Tennessee, watch the show with me! It's the least I can do for rewarding you, after all. You gave me such a good time earlier!"

Tennessee blushed. "That's quite a lovely thought, Jessica, but-"

"Tennessee!" Rudy greeted cheerfully as he approached the two raccoons. "How's it going? Can you believe Percy got picked for the first trick? And it's good to see you too, Miss Evans! You're looking awful pretty today!"

"Why thank ya kindly, Rudy." Jessica said with a smile.

Rudy looked back at Tennessee and asked, "You're gonna stay with us to watch the show, right Tennessee?"

As much as Tennessee wanted to go and see what those rats were up to, he just didn't have the heart to deny his young admirer's request to watch the rest of the magic act. "Sure, why not?" he replied with a smile.

Grinning, Rudy stood by Tennessee and Jessica's side, continuing to watch as Weasen began taking more swords out of his hat and sliding them into the box's holes.

As Weasen continued to entertain the valley's populace, the three rats made their way behind City Hall, each of them eager to start working to obtain the item of their employer's desire. Standing themselves up on each other's shoulders to form a three-rodent pillar, the rat on the top carefully opened the window on the back of the building that led into the Mayor's office and motioned for his comrades to climb up.

Once they were all inside, the rats began to look around the room until they saw what they were looking for: the Blood Diamond in all of its shiny crimson glory. Grinning to each other deviously, the rats walked over to the case containing the diamond as one of them pulled out a medium sized hammer, intending to use it to smash the glass protecting the diamond. Raising the hammer above his head, he brought it down onto the case with all his might… only for it to bounce off the shock-resistant glass and cause the rat to wobble uncontrollably. Shaking his head in annoyance, one of the other rats took out a glass cutter from his pocket and used it to cut a hole in the glass before reaching into the case and taking out the Blood Diamond. Amazed, the rats gazed in awe of the precious treasure that was in their grasp… until the door to the office opened and a large bull stepped inside.

"Hey, what the-?! You three aren't supposed to be in here!" The bull then saw that they were holding the valley's founding treasure and gasped in alarm before drawing his pistol. "What you doin' with the Blood Diamond?! Put it down now!"

The rats looked at one another in concern for a moment before donning unsavory smiles on their faces as the one holding the Blood Diamond held it in front of him said, "You want this rock so bad? Take it!"

With all his might, the rat threw the Blood Diamond at the bull's face, hitting its target dead-on and causing the dazed bovine to be knocked back a couple of feet. Seeing a window of opportunity open, the other two rats seized their comrade by his arms and legs and threw him into the air, watching him sail across the room before he connected with the bull's head and began furiously scratching his face. Charging forward and snatching the Blood Diamond off the floor, the rats rammed headfirst into the bull's stomach and knocked him onto his back before one of them seized the bull's pistol from his hoof and pointed it at him, intending to blow the guard's brains out.

"No, no, no, no! Not the gun numbskull!" Cried the first rat at he struggled to keep the bull quiet by covering his mouth with his paws. "Someone's gonna hear us if we shoot him!" He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a bowie knife as he concluded, "THIS is how you kill someone without anyone hearin' about it!" With lightning-quick reflexes, the rat jumped around onto the bull's torso and slashed his knife across the latter's throat, and the bull immediately fell limp, dead as a doornail.

Grinning to each other and nodding in approval, the rats stuffed the Blood Diamond into a small sack they had brought for the heist and hurried back over to the window before beginning to climb down, each of them eager to begin the next phase of their boss's plan...

Abducting the mayor's daughter.

Needless to say, Percy was NOT enjoying his involvement in Weasen's illusion. After being stuffed into the box, the young jackrabbit felt himself being dropped down on his back into a small space beneath the stage which gave him very little room to move around in and made him feel incredibly claustrophobic for the next several minutes. Even after Weasen was finished with the illusion and let him go free, Percy felt even more suffocated when Stacy embraced him in a tight hug while gushing over how "brave" and "brilliant" he was for participating in the illusion.

Despite his amusement at his friend's situation, Tennessee was busy analyzing every inch of Weasen's stage like a piece of fine art, which made the thief in him twitch like crazy. As he was doing this, he noticed the three rat stagehands from before emerge from the alleyway and scurry back behind the stage while carrying a blood-stained burlap sack that had an odd shape to it. It almost looked like…

"And now!" Announced Weasen, breaking Tennessee out of his train of thought. "For my third and final act, I shall require the assistance of another volunteer! A special volunteer, that is! I hear the mayor's lovely daughter is out in the audience today! Wherever she is, could she please step forward?"

Jessica immediately perked up in excitement as she raised her hand and exclaimed, "Oh, here! I'm right here!", and immediately left Tennessee's side before he could object. As Jessica began to make her way up onto the stage, one of the rats that Tennessee saw from before pushed another box onto the stage, only this one seemed to consist of two medium-sized boxes standing on each other with a third, smaller one at the very top. After placing it where it could be seen by everyone, the rat scurried over to Weasen and whispered something in his ear, causing the weasel to don an evil grin that was noticed only by Tennessee. It was at that moment that the raccoon's instincts, suspicion of Weasen and concern for Jessica made him realize that something bad was about to happen. Something VERY bad.

"Rudy, Percy, go get my horse." Tennessee demanded quietly as he kneeled down to whisper in the ears of his friends.

"What?" Asked Rudy in concern

"Ya'll heard me," Tennessee whispered sternly. "I have a feelin' in my gut that somethin's about to go down and I need Dash by my side pronto! Now go!"

Nodding, the two rabbits turned and raced from the crowd back to their farm to retrieve their friend's steed. Unbeknownst to any them, Becca had overheard what Tennessee had whispered to her best friend and his brother and realized that it would take at least twenty minutes for the Wilcox siblings to go home and come back to town with their guest's horse, which meant whatever Tennessee was expecting to happen would probably happen before they came back.

"I gotta find a way buy them some time!" Becca thought to herself determinedly.

Meanwhile, Tennessee turned his attention back to the stage and watched as Weasen instructed Jessica to step into the box with her arms behind her back. Once she was inside, Weasen closed the doors and spun the box around before using his cane to knock on each section of the box twice. Then, to everyone's amazement and Tennessee's concern, Weasen removed the top and middle boxes from the stack and set them on the stage floor next to the bottom box. Once they were all on the floor, Weasen snapped his fingers and made the boxes slide open, and the crowd was positively shell-shocked to see that a different part of Jessica's body was in each of the boxes, with her head being in the smallest box while her legs and torso were in the other two boxes.

"It seems that my dear assistant has gone to pieces!" Exclaimed Weasen as the crowd of onlookers applauded in amazement. Mayor Evans however wasn't anywhere near as enthusiastic as everyone else as he frantically rushed toward the stage out of fear for his only child.

"Jessica! Jessica, honey, are you alright?!" Mayor Evans asked his daughter worriedly. Jessica merely smiled and replied, "I'm fine, daddy. This doesn't hurt a bit!"

At this point, Tennessee's grip on the barrel of his gun had become so tight that Becca began to think it would break in half. Desperately trying to think of a way to delay the illusion, she began looking around until she noticed that Chester was standing next to her while wringing his long tail feathers in hands apprehensively. She then glanced back to the stage, taking a particular interest in the box that held Jessica's legs, and that was when inspiration struck her like a bolt of lightning.

"Bingo!" thought Becca as a smirk of inspiration appeared on her face.

"Alright Professor, you've had your fun. Now put my daughter back together!" Mayor Evans demanded sternly as the applause died down.

"With pleasure, my good man." Weasen replied with a sinister grin on his face as he bent down and picked up the box that held Jessica's head.

"WAIT!"

Weasen froze as the sound of a little girl's voice met his ears and everyone turned their attention towards Becca, who was wearing a mischevious smile on her face.

"Before you put Miss Evans back together," Becca began slyly. "There's a little somethin' I'd like to test out."

Before Weasen could say anything in protest, Becca reached over and plucked one of Chester's tail feathers, making the roadrunner yelp in pain and glare at his friend. As she made her way up to the stage, Becca glanced at Tennessee and winked assuredly at him, which made the raccoon's confused expression change into one of realization, and then gratitude.

"Ya see folks, I'm not entirely convinced that these are really Miss Evans' body parts in these here boxes, so I'd like to see if they really are," Becca continued as she walked up onto the stage before kneeling down next to the box that held Jessica's legs. She then lifted one of Jessica's feet up before taking off the shoe that was on it and held up the feather as she finished, "If these really are Miss Evans' feet, then she should be able to feel it when I do this!" before she began to stroke the feather against the sole of the foot she was holding.

"Becca? Sweetie, what are you-?" Jessica paused mid-sentence as her puzzled expression changed into one of mirth before she broke out in uncontrolled laughter.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BEHEHECCA STOHOHOP! THAHAHAT T-TICKLES!" Jessica laughed as the young mouse continued to tickle her foot. Glancing around, Becca saw that several of the audience members were wearing expressions that ranged from confusion to amusement at what she was doing. Tennessee in particular looked both relieved and grateful that she was stalling the illusion, and he also seemed to be enjoying the sight and sound of Jessica laughing. Percy and Rudy however, were still nowhere to be seen with Tennessee's horse.

"Hm. Maybe these really are Miss Evans' feet," Becca mused loudly enough so that the audience could hear her over Jessica's laughter. "But just to be certain…"

Becca lifted Jessica's other foot up and removed the shoe that was on it before stroking the feather on the soles of both feet. Jessica's reaction to having both her bare feet tickled was both instantaneous and obvious.

"AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BEHEHEHEHEHEHECCA!" Shrieked Jessica through her giggles as tears of mirth trickled down her blushing cheeks. "PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESE! I'M GONNAHAHAHAHAH WHEHEHEHEHET MYSEHEHEHEHEHELF!

The mouse simply ignored her as she continued to stroke the feather across Jessica's soles. Glancing upward again, Becca smiled as she saw Percy and Rudy come into view several feet away while pulling Dash towards the crowd by the reins.

"Alright, I'm convinced these are her feet," Becca said to Weasen as she stood up and walked off the stage, not bothering to put Jessica's shoes back on her feet. "Carry on."

Satisfied that the mouse was finished interrupting his performance, Weasen proceeded to slide the doors on the boxes shut and stack them back up as the evil grin returned to his face. While he was doing this, Tennessee became tense again as he bent down slightly and tightly gripped the barrel of his gun, bracing himself for whatever was about to happen . His heart hammering in his chest, the raccoon watched as Weasen spun the stack of boxes around once more before knocking on each section with his cane. Everyone in the crowd leaned forward as Weasen gripped the small handle on the middle box to open all the doors, not noticing the downright evil grin on his face.

"And behind door number one…" Weasen said before opening the door for everyone to see what was inside…

Which did NOT reveal Jessica but instead hundreds of small red cylinders with lit fuses, which looked almost like…

"DYNAMITE!" Mayor Evans hollered in alarm as realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. "Everyone run for your lives!"

The audience immediately broke into panic as everyone began running away from the stage in a mad dash for cover, some of them even colliding with one another in blind fear. Cackling madly, Weasen vanished off the stage in another puff of red smoke, and Tennessee prepared to leap after him until he noticed that Becca was still standing close to the stage and the fuses to the dynamite were almost gone!

"BECCA, LOOK OUT!" Tennessee shouted as he leapt over to the mouse and shielded her with his body just as the dynamite exploded, destroying the stage and sending Tennessee and Becca flying several feet backwards. Landing on his back, Tennessee looked up to see Becca sitting on his belly while wearing a mixed expression of gratitude, concern, and exhilaration.

"Thanks Mister Cooper!" Becca as she helped her savior get up.

"Don't thank me yet!" Tennessee replied before sprinting over to where Percy, Rudy and Dash were standing and leaping onto the horse's back. He then dug his spurs into Dash's sides, making the horse whinny and break into a full gallop after the wagon, which had detached from the now-destroyed stage and was making a beeline out of town.

Laughing victoriously as he sat at the front of the wagon with the reins clutched tightly in his hands, Weasen looked over his shoulder to see that his rats were throwing some extra sticks of dynamite at random townsfolk, only for them to be shot at and explode in midair before they could reach their targets. Gaping in disbelief, Weasen turned his head to see that he was being pursued on horseback by the younger male raccoon from the audience, along with the jackrabbit brothers who were running alongside him as fast as possible.

"WHAT?!" Weasen exclaimed in disbelief as he saw that Tennessee had shot the dynamite out of the sky and was glaring at him in angry determination.

"GIVE BACK JESSICA EVANS, YOU SKINNY SON OF A BITCH!"

Things are starting to get a little intense, folks! Just wait for chapter 4...it's gonna be a wild one! ;)

See ya soon,

~Nixter97~