Dawn slowly began to make its presence known as Tennessee and his posse silently made their way across the desert. It had been just a few hours ago since the fall of two of the Rancid Riders and Weasen's train packed with enough explosives to bring Hindus Valley down to Hell. Despite their successes, the foursome didn't feel as though there was much to rejoice over. While they had dealt a heavy blow to Weasen's operation, that did not change the fact that the weasel and his cohorts were still out there somewhere, and they had no idea of how to track them down.

But wherever the culprits had gone off to was not the only thing troubling the posse. Warden Jones had not forgotten about what she saw on Tennessee's face back on the train when confronting Weasen. The weasel's words struck her like lightning - "You're no lawman, are you? You've killed before, and tonight, I'll make you do it again!". The expression Tennessee wore was one she was familiar with - the willingness to take the life of another. What she had seen was something she had become well-acquainted with due to all the horrid people she had imprisoned over the years.

For as long as Warden Jones knew the raccoon, he had shown the attributes of any other lawman brave enough to go up against the common crook; he was even brave enough to go up against Blood-Red Ted of all people. Still, the thought troubled her. Was there something Tennessee was not telling them about? Something to indicate there was more to him than what everyone thought of him?

"Once we're back in Hindus Valley, I'm gonna have ta ask him a couple questions," She thought to herself.

The vixen wasn't the only one in the group who had a lot on her mind. As he slowly rode along, Percy could only look back at all he had learned and experienced throughout the mission. Learning the secret behind the founding of his hometown, watching one of his friends fight for his life against a merciless indian that was now on their side, being roped into a twisted dinner party with the same outlaws they sought to apprehend, and fighting for his life against one of the same monsters who took the lives of his parents and many other civilians of Hindus Valley.

With Rattlin' Ray and Boot-Hill Bill down for the count, Percy couldn't help but feel a small sense of hope. Slowly but surely, Weasen and the Rancid Riders were getting outnumbered. But he was still so torn about the recent revelations he had found about his home. How much of it was true? Was Hindus Valley truly founded on a colossal lie that had been passed down from mayor to mayor? Did Mayor Evans know anything about the town's history? Percy had no idea what to believe at this point, but he swore to himself he would find the truth if it meant having to drag it out of Mayor Evans himself.

Strongtusk, though still a recent addition to the posse, held concerns of his own. There was no denying that he had attained some retribution for the deaths of his family for killing two of their murderers, but he felt it was not enough. The demon of red fur had escaped them, along with the remnants of the sinister act that he was forced to commit down in the demon's hideout. The sheer look of horror displayed on his face the moment when he saw the remains of his wife and only child drove him into a murderous rage. Tears threatened to escape his eyes as deep, heavy breaths escaped his body. As long as the demon of red fur was still alive, his village would never truly be safe. So until he saw that the demon was nothing more than a cadaver lying on the hot desert sand, Strongtusk swore to not return home until he had gotten his revenge.

Finally, Tennessee's quiet disposition as they rode along betrayed the turmoil churning though his mind like a rowboat in a storm. He could not believe that what had started as a mere vacation for him had become an adventure he never anticipated he would partake in, and the further it all went along, the more Tennessee doubted he could continue conceal the truth about himself to his new friends. He was appointed sheriff of Hindus Valley because the people

"We should stop here," insisted Tennessee. "We've been at for quite some time. Some rest will do us some good, right?"

"Good point." Warden Jones added as she pulled her horse over and dismounted. "Besides, there's somethin' I gotta talk ta you about, Wilcox. Privately."

Percy looked confused at first but replied, "Well, okay, whatever you say, Warden."

The jackrabbit gave Tennessee and Strongtusk a weary look before following the vixen away from their resting spot. After what felt like an eternity of walking, Percy eventually found himself by a lake, Warden Jones eyeing him as if she were a parent waiting for their child to catch up.

"We need to talk." Warden Jones said sternly, almost like she could hear the jackrabbit's thoughts. She made her way towards the nervous jackrabbit, both hands planted on her hips.

"If this is about my newly-found skeptical views of Mayor Evans, I can assure you I-"

"This ain't about that right now," Warden Jones quipped. "Tell me about Mister Cooper."

Hearing the vixen's tone and how she had addressed the male raccoon nearly sent shivers down Percy's spine as his confusion began to manifest into concern. "Tennessee? What 'bout him?"

"Back on the train," Warden Jones began to explain. "I saw somethin' in Tennessee's eyes, somethin' I haven't seen in a very long time. I saw the eyes of a cold-blooded killer."

"Yeah, he mentioned he wanted to kill Weasen right then and there, if it hadn't been fer you." Percy retorted, folding his arms. "So, what, you're accusing him of bein' a murderer? 'Cause that ain't like Tennessee."

A sigh escaped the vixen's mouth as she shook her head. "No, at least I hope not. Weasen got to him, Percy, and nothin' like all those other times when he confronted that swindling bastard. There's more than just that look; his body language was off."

"Whaddya mean?"

"Didn't ya think somethin' was off the minute we met up with him back at the coal mine? He looked almost as if he'd seen a ghost."

"Maybe he did?" Percy suggested, shrugging.

"Funny," Warden Jones placed her hands on her hips again. "I'm serious...I saw somethin'. Weasen said that he could "see it in his eyes". He said that Tennessee wasn't a lawman."

Percy nearly snorted. "That's 'cause Weasen's a villain, Warden. They tend ta say things ta throw us off course."

"Yes, but not like this."

"You're overthinkin' it."

"Am I? Well then, if you had a middle name, it would be 'Hypocrite', 'cause that's exactly what you're actin' like now."

Percy's eyes widened in offense. "Excuse me?"

"Ya heard me," the vixen retorted. "You have your own suspicions of Mayor Evans, so why can't I have my own 'bout Sheriff Cooper?"

"The same reason why ya don't like my suspicions of the mayor!" Percy exclaimed, shutting the vixen up. With a heavy sigh and rubbing his ears back in frustration, Percy began pacing aimlessly before facing Warden Jones again. "Look, I'm sorry, but Tennessee is...nothin' like those guys. Weasen, Blood Red Ted: they're all blood-thirsty outlaws. Tennessee's shown us nothin' but kindness. He saved my brother's life."

"I'm sure he's a kind soul," Warden Jones began to argue back. "But that raccoon's definitely hindin' somethin', and I sure as hell don't like it."

"Why are you even tellin' me this?"

"Because," Warden Jones approached the jackrabbit. "You're close ta him. Besides Miss Evans and Rudy, you two are as thick as thieves. I want you ta be my eyes and ears, see if ya can spot anythin' suspicious. See if ya can get anything out of him."

Percy hummed in response, both hands planted on his hips. "Uh-huh, and what the hell's in it fer me?"

"How about not spending a decade in Iron Rock fer harboring a possible outlaw in yer barn?"

Percy, despite the vixen's threat, stood his ground. "No," he said, folding both his arms across his chest. "I'm sorry, Warden Jones, but I can't do that ta Tennessee. He's done so much fer us, and if you think I'm gonna go behind his back like that - and ta see if he's a liar of all things - then I ain't doin' it. Sorry, Warden, but yer on yer own."

With a heavy exhale from her nose, Warden Jones frowned as she stared at the jackrabbit intensely. "Fine; you've made yer choice. Mark my words, Fluffbutt," she then turned around just as Percy began to groan in annoyance towards the nickname. "I will find out what Cooper is hidin' from us..." Warden Jones then turned around once she reached a nearby tree, turning around so that she lean against it, both arms supporting her weight on the surface. "With, or without yer help."

"Fine," Percy glared in determination, "but don't think I won't stand by Tennessee if you find out somethin' ya don't like about him."

XXXXXXXXXX

As the vixen and jackrabbit were talking, Tennessee gazed down in thought. This whole business with Weasen and the Riders was spiraling out of control and everyone was looking towards him and his friends to help solve it. As determined as he was to make sure no more people suffered by Weasen's hand, a heavy feeling of shame weighed down on him like a boulder crushing him from above. Tennessee held his Cooper cane in his hand as he eyed his reflection on the golden hook. He could almost see the disappointment in his reflection's eyes as it looked back at him, judging him for being a liar towards those he'd grown to care about.

"You look unwell…" examined Strongtusk as he approached the raccoon. "I sense there is something heavy on your mind. Would you like to talk about it?"

"I'm not sure," Tennessee replied dryly, lowering the cane away slightly.

"I sense there is a great shame afflicting your soul, my friend." Strongtusk stated. "You act for the benefit of those you love, yet you feel you are failing them in some way. Do not take shame in our failure to defeat Weasen and the demon of red fur; there will be other opportunities for us to stop them."

"It ain't that," Tennessee sighed. "There's somethin' I've been keepin' from 'em...from all of ya. I didn't think it'd matter if I didn't tell 'em when I first came here, but that was before I had all this responsibility ta deal with. I think these people deserve ta know who they're bein' protected by, we deserve ta be honest with each other."

"What is it?"

"I...I'd rather not say at this time. I'd rather wait till we're back in Hindus Valley ta come clean with y'all."

Strongtusk nodded. "Very well. But just know that those who you have come to know as your friends care about you. Whatever it is you feel is rotting you from the inside, we are all here to listen; to help. I hope you can keep that in mind, Sheriff Cooper."

The raccoon managed a small smile. "Thanks Strongtusk, I'm glad ta know I'm among people like you."

"Hey fellas!"

The duo turned around to see Percy and a skeptical Warden Jones approaching, the former bearing a conflicted frown and the latter seeming resolute as she mounted her horse.

"If yer both done bein' sittin' ducks, let's get a move on. The sooner the folks back at the valley know what's happened, the better." Percy said, clearly ready to head home.

"Yer right. What about you, Warden?" Tennessee asked the vixen.

"Of course," she replied, offering an almost forced smile. "Let's get goin'."

Warden Jones's eyes narrowed at Tennessee as she watched him. She frowned in suspicion, keeping all she had from screaming with rage and attacking the male raccoon. He didn't know it, but she heard everything that was said. Deciding to make it back sooner than Percy, Warden Jones overheard the duo talking and listened in. Hearing Tennessee's cryptic confession was enough to make her more suspicious than ever.

"I knew it!" she thought determinedly. "When we get back to Hindus Valley, Cooper, yer gonna start squealin' like a piglet!"

"THEY'RE BACK! I SEE 'EM! THEY'RE ALIVE!"

The townsfolk began swarming the streets like bees the moment Rudy announced their "heroes" came into sight from the town's watchtower. People began gathering around them, asking questions after questions and gazing in surprise at the newest member of the posse. As soon as Percy got off his horse, he barely had time to say a word before he was tackled by his little brother.

"Welcome home big brother!" he cheered, tears of relief leaking from the young jackrabbit's eyes. "I was afraid Ted got ya!"

Despite his recent talk with the warden being fresh in his mind, Percy managed a warm smile as he comfortingly wrapped his arms around his younger sibling's form.

"Well, there were a couple of close shaves here and there, but I'm fine." Percy soothed.

Rudy hummed in reply, burying his face into his brother's chest.

"PERCY!"

"Oh, shit…"

Percy and Rudy both yelped as a Stacy charged right at them, hugging both (mainly Percy) close, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall.

"My darling, you're home! Oh, how I've missed you!"

"Yeah, your girlfriend went crazy while you were away!" a nearby bystander said mockingly.

"SHE'S NOT MY DARN GIRLFRIEND!" Percy exclaimed, making sure to watch his language around the children. His face flushed, feeling the female squeezing him tighter as began to feel her chest rubbing against him.

"Oh, my sweet beloved Percy!" Stacy wept and nuzzled him like there was no tomorrow. "When you went away with Sheriff Cooper and Warden Jones I was worried I'd never see you again! I couldn't live with myself if somethin' terrible happened to ya out there! Let's never be apart again, ya hear?! I can't stand the thought of goin' through that kind of terror again!"

"Don't worry!" Percy wheezed as he was being squeezed tighter and gestured towards his friends. "Thank them fer havin' my back out there!"

"And I shall!"

To Percy's relief, Stacy released her grip on him, allowing him to refill his lungs with air. The female jackrabbit turned her attention towards Tennessee and Warden Jones, and it wasn't long before the two were both wrapped up in a hug by the grateful young lady.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you both!" Stacy wailed to the surprised raccoon and vixen. "I can't thank you two enough fer makin' sure my beloved is back home where he belongs! When Percy and I get married, I definitely know who's gonna be the best man and maid of honor!"

Glancing at each other, Tennessee and Warden Jones exchanged knowing looks.

"Uh...Sure, no problem, little missy…" Warden Jones replied nervously. "Now, if you could please let us go…"

"Oh thank goodness you're all back!"

The crowd immediately parted to make room for Mayor Evans and Jessica, who hurried toward the search party. Grinning, Stacy released the male raccoon and shoved him towards her friend. Tennessee smiled sheepishly, stopping himself from colliding into the female raccoon. As he regained his balance, he smiled happily at Jessica, smiling in utmost relief and sniffling as tears leaked from her eyes.

"Missed me?" Tennessee teased.

"You jackass…" Jessica laughed, wiping a tear away. "Of course I missed you!" she pulled him into an embrace, resting her head against his shoulder. "I was so scared…"

"Well ya don't have ta be anymore." Tennessee hugged her back with a soothing voice. "It'll take more than a few psychopaths ta keep me from seein' you again."

"And I'm grateful fer that."

The raccoons broke their embrace as Mayor Evans approached Tennessee, Percy, and Warden Jones with a kind smile.

"Never in my years have I met such a brave trio willing ta risk their lives for us." He began warmly. "I suspect the threat against our valley has been…"

Mayor Evans trailed off as his face bore a look of confusion, for behind the trio who had volunteered to pursue the Rancid Riders stood an unfamiliar peccary in stoic silence, donning clothes weapons the elder raccoon was familiar with.

"Um...Sarah, Tennessee?" the Mayor asked as his and everyone else's attention was directed towards the indian newcomer. "Who is this?"

"I am Strongtusk," the peccary responded, "and I am a friend."

"We had a run-in with him during our journey," Warden Jones explained. "Challenged Cooper here to a duel in order for us ta pass. Lucky fer us, he's got it out fer Ted and the Riders as much as we do, so we let him in on this so he could have a crack at the bastards himself."

"What's your grudge with the Riders about, if you don't mind me askin'?" Mayor Evans asked.

The indian's jaw tightened. "They attacked my village and murdered my wife and child. To make things worse, they…"

"Something horrible," Tennessee finished, clearly not wanting to discuss the carnage they had seen. "On another note, we've got some good news and some bad news. Good news is we got the Blood Diamond back and were able to take down two of the Rancid Riders. Boot-hill Bill and Rattlin' Ray are burnin' in Hell as we speak."

Although pleased by this news, Mayor Evans was concerned. "Well then what's the bad news?"

"As usual, that sly son-of-a-bitch, Weasen escaped, along with the rest of his lackeys."

"Bastard tried lurin' us onto a train ta have us killed. And trust me when I say you don't wanna know what he put us through before all that. I'll never be able ta look at pork the same way again." Percy nearly gagged as the image flashed through his mind.

Strongtusk glared at the jackrabbit, but then proceeded to let it slide for the time being as he brought his attention back onto Mayor Evans.

"If you are enemies of the Demon of red fur you call Ted, then you are my allies. I will assist you however I can to ensure nobody else perishes by his hand."

"That's awfully kind of ya," Jessica spoke up. "Thank ya for makin' sure Tennessee and the others made it home okay. My sincerest apologies for your loss."

"You have suffered by his hand as well, haven't you?"

"We all have," replied Jessica. "Our friends, family...this whole town became the Rider's playground for some time. Eventually, we were safe, but now…"

"Now he's got an insane magician with a thirst for revenge on his side," Percy finished. "I bet ya Weasen is out there, plotting his next move."

"And we'll be watin' for 'em." said Warden Jones determinedly. "And there's a whole lot we've gotta talk about from our little adventure, Bill. But right now, I'm tired, I'm thirsty, I wanna try and forget all the hell we saw out there, and I don't want us ta be a man down if Percy's bullet wound gets infected. So will someone mind gettin' him a doctor and me a drink? And it'd better be heavy on alcohol!"

XXXXXXXXXX

Jessica watched Percy through the window as he laid in a medical bed while Stacy and Rudy stayed by his side. She couldn't help herself but giggle at the sight of her friend trying so hard to not engulf the poor male jackrabbit into a lung-crushing hug.

"How's he hangin'?"

Jessica peered over her shoulder to see Tennessee accompanying her. "Well, thanks to the new doctor and those herbs Strongtusk had on him, Percy's infection will be makin' a full recovery."

"Glad ta hear it." Tennessee smiled. "I sure am gonna have ta thank that pig fer those herbs of his."

"I still can't believe ya managed ta recruit an indian into the posse," Jessica shook her head in astonishment as she began making her way through the town square, Tennessee by her side. "I've heard nothin' but savagery with those folk. I'm mighty grateful Strongtusk was a different case...after your fight, of course."

"Well, lucky fer us, he knows as well as we do what kind of carnage Ted and the Riders are capable of...too bad it took him loosin' his wife and kid ta realize it."

"That poor soul…" Jessica murmured. "The thought of losing a child in such a...horrific way. I can only imagine. I sure as hell wouldn't be able ta live with myself. Strongtusk's a warrior; he's strong and will fight to the end. All of us. Tennessee…" she came to a stop, turning to look into the male's eyes. "A war is comin', ain't it?"

A heavy sigh escaped Tennessee's mouth. "I'm afraid so…"

"In that case," Jessica's face lit up, as if a lightbulb appeared over her head. "You should recruit Strongtusk and his tribe to help us!"

"Not a good idea. Last time we were there, his tribe wasn't too keen on outsiders. And I doubt Strongtusk will wanna see anymore of his people gettin' hurt"

"Still, wouldn't hurt ta try!" retorted Jessica. "And ya said it yourself, remember? He knows of the carnage that the Riders are capable of. And with Weasen on their side, who knows what could happen."

"We've managed to take down two of the Riders, remember?" when Tennessee saw the look on Jessica's face, he sighed. "I'll...think about it."

"Good," Jessica smiled. "Now I think yer pretty tired from all that hard work you've been up to and takin' down two of the Riders, so why don't we head over to the river and watch the clouds go by fer now."

"Sounds good ta me!" Tennessee grinned. The raccoons linked arms and happily made their way out of town square towards the valley's river, not noticing a certain vixen scowling suspiciously at them as she sipped her drink.

A sharp gasp of pain came from Percy as the doctor examining him continued to stitch his gunshot wound with Rudy and Stacy sitting patiently by his side.

"This doesn't hurt ya that much, does it?" The pig doctor asked dryly with an arched brow. "Ya'd think that after gettin' shot in the ear and the shoulder, this wouldn't hurt nearly as bad on ya."

"Nah, not at all," Percy replied sarcastically, followed by a sharp hiss as the doctor tugged on his bandages. "This is child's play."

Stacy gave Percy a knowing look. "Percy, darling, I know you're in pain right now, but maybe givin' the doctor an attitude won't help."

With a tired sigh, Percy replied, "Can ya blame me? I've had ta deal with a lot of stress lately ever since this whole Weasen business started."

"Which is why ya need to rest, Mister Wilcox," the doctor instructed, finishing his work. Before he left the room, he nodded to Stacy and Rudy. "Make sure he stays in bed for at least a day so his wounds can heal. If any of you need anything, don't hesitate to call."

"Thanks, doc," Rudy smiled gratefully. "I'd say my big brother's earned some rest after all the danger he went through."

"Rest?"

Rudy looked back at Percy, who was now sporting a frustrated frown. "Kind of hard fer me ta think about restin' when I know Weasen and those other crooks are still out there plannin' their next move. I should be talkin' with the Warden and Sheriff Cooper, plannin' what we're supposed ta do next."

"And there'll be time fer that," Stacy assured. "But fer now, lay down and rest. If ya don't listen to me or Doctor Hog, I'll simply just tie ya down myself! How's about that, hm?"

Deciding to ignore the implications of what Stacy just said, Percy sighed in defeat and let himself relax on the bed, muttering, "Fine, I'll rest up fer now."

Rudy beamed. "Good fer you! Well, I'm gonna go out and play with Becca! Have fun you two…" he gave the duo a wink before leaving, closing the door slowly.

"What the hell was that about?" Percy gawked at the door.

"He's young, but he knows me so well." Stacy fluttered her eyelashes at Percy.

Percy groaned. "Not now, Stacy. Besides, with the warden not around…" he turned to her, a serious look on his face. "Mind if I share what I found while out with her and Tennessee?"

Stacy looked puzzled. "Well, I like a good secret, but why's it matter that Warden Jones ain't here?"

"It's got somethin' ta do with Mayor Evans."

"You two kids talkin' about me?"

The pair of jackrabbits turned their attention to the entrance of the room where their town's mayor stood, staring at the two jackrabbits with a skeptical look. While Stacy continued to look puzzled, Percy looked downright frightened, as if an angry bull were charging at him.

"Shit!" Percy thought. "Um, hello, Mayor Evans! We were just discussin'...how happy you must feel, about Jessica findin'...love?"

A fond smile came to the old raccoon's face, chuckling, "Oh yes! I couldn't be happier that my little girl's finally found a man who can treat her like a lady! No more worryin' about her comin' ta me complainin' about men givin' her the whistles, askin' me ta pass some law ta make that illegal in this town."

"So what brings ya by here?"

"I just thought I'd come and check in on the state of only member of our posse who ain't ever been involved in law enforcement," the Mayor answered kindly as he walked inside. Unfortunately this did nothing to ease Percy, but he at least put on an appreciative smile. "Yet somehow made it out of the Rider's lair alive. I'm impressed, my boy! Well done!"

"That's awfully considerate of ya, Mister Mayor," Percy nodded respectfully. "...But I'd be a bald-faced liar if I said I enjoyed it, or would wanna do it again."

"Regardless, I'm glad that yer still alive, Percy. And grateful you were willin' ta stand up ta those ya feared fer the sake of our home." He placed a hand on Percy's uninjured shoulder, at which the jackrabbit tried to mask his discomfort with the touch. "I know none of this has been easy for ya, son. What with havin' ta keep yer family's farm workin' and makin' sure Rudy grows up safe an' happy, I know yer already a busy bunny as is. But I'm damn proud of ya fer willin' ta do all this fer my town, fer our town. I'm glad that you've been able ta force down yer fears ta help fight that no-good liar Weasen."

Stacy engulfed Percy in a hug, completely ignoring his protests and sound of discomfort. "Not only is he handsome, but oh so brave! Wouldn't ya agree, Mayor?"

"Couldn't agree more, my dear! I'm all too happy ta have someone like Percy Wilcox livin' in my town."

Though it never appeared on his face - mostly because his face was hidden by Stacy's arms, Percy internally glared bitterly at the older raccoon he had once seen as a surrogate father.

"Yeah... Your town, indeed."

Warden Jones hated many things. She hated it when she caught her guards slacking off instead of doing their job. She hated it when her prisoners resisted arrest or caused mayhem back in Iron Rock. She even hated it when her father's or George Henderson's name was used in vain. But if there were one thing that the vixen hated more than anything in the whole world, then it was a liar. And right now, there was only one liar who she'd grown to hate in the past few hours.

Tennessee Kid Cooper.

As furious as the vixen was, Warden Jones knew she had to keep her cool. The citizens of Hindus Valley not only relied on Tennessee's skills, but hers as well in order to help keep the town safe. Warden Jones knew that if she were to lose her temper and lash out at Tennessee - especially with no hard evidence - she would lose all respect of the people. In these hard times, the town's respect is what law abiding citizens needed the most.

Warden Jones was currently sitting at the sheriff's desk in the jailhouse, scribbling down notes at a frantic pace. She had jot down everything she knew of her current raccoon "friend" and all the possibilities of his true identity.

"Who the hell are you, Cooper?" she muttered, rubbing her temple.

"Ya wanted ta see me, Warden Jones?"

The vixen looked up to see Rudy standing in the front doorway. "Glad ya showed up, Rudy. I was hopin' ta talk with ya."

"What's this about, Warden?"

"It's about Tennessee," she answered, deciding to get right to the point. "I'm startin' ta think there's somethin' he ain't been tellin' us."

"What's that supposed ta mean?" Rudy frowned, not liking how the vixen was speaking of his idol.

"It means what it's supposed ta mean. After our little adventure out there, I'm startin' ta think there's more ta that raccoon than he's been lettin' on. It also means yer goin' ta be my little spy and help me get Cooper ta spill whatever beans he's got." Warden Jones answered. "How does that sound?"

Rudy looked as though someone had asked him to put his arm in a rattlesnake's nest before adopting a glare. "That sounds like somethin' I don't wanna do. Why should I spy on Mister Cooper of all people? Hasn't he proven himself enough already since he first came ta Hindus Valley?"

"Believe me, I haven't forgotten about all he's done for this town, Wilcox." The vixen retorted. "But we don't know anything about him before he first came here. He hasn't spoken a word of what his life was like back in Cottonmouth Bluff and I'm thinkin' there's a reason he hasn't done just that.

"Well, of course has hasn't said anything, he was on vacation!"

"Used to be, kid," Warden Jones argued. "Now, he is the sheriff of this town, and I've been noticing some things from him lately that I don't like."

Rudy tilted his head in curiosity. "Like what?"

"Weasen may be a conman, but I can tell he can honest when he wants ta be. He said some things ta Tennessee that made him flinch, and then I saw it - he looked scared, angry even. Looked as if Weasen saw right through him and unmasked something Cooper didn't want anything knowin'."

"What kind of things?"

"That doesn't matter right now," Warden Jones got up and made her way over to Rudy before kneeling in front of him. "What matters now is that I think Cooper's more than he's been lettin' on with us and I need to know who he is. That's what I need yer help with, Rudy, ta see if there's more ta Tennessee than what he's been givin' us since he first showed up."

After doing some thinking, Rudy looked up at Warden Jones and asked, "Alright...I'll help. But I sure won't like it."

Satisfied, Warden Jones grinned. "Good! Now, here's what I want ya ta do…" she then whispered into the young jackrabbit's ear.

"That one looks like a duck!" Jessica exclaimed, quickly pointing at a cloud in the sky.

Tennessee chuckled. "Ya sure love cloudgazin', do ya?"

"It's a guilty pleasure," Jessica giggled. "When I'm not readin' books and thinkin' of ways ta make men stop whistlin' at me, I'm doin' small, simple things like this. Would be weird of me ta not love it, the quiet while being creative with the clouds. Wouldn't ya agree?"

Tennessee nodded blissfully as he and Jessica lay next to each other on a grassy area outside of town as they gazed up at the clouds, choosing to spend their time pointing out what things the different clouds reminded them of.

"It's times like this I really enjoy," Tennessee commented. "Times I don't have ta worry about who's lookin' ta put a bullet in me or wrap a noose around my neck. I bet you feel the same way with the kind of attention this valley tends to attract, right?"

"Oh, don't I know," Jessica sighed. "I love this town, but hate the wrong attention it brings. Sometimes I wish things were different, ya know?"

"Like if the Rancid Riders never decided ta make this valley their favorite shootin' gallery?" Tennessee frowned.

Jessica nodded. "I tell ya, I look forward to the day they are forever gone."

"Hopefully, that day'll come soon," Tennessee replied comfortingly. "After that little adventure of ours out there, the Riders are permanently down two men, so with any luck they'll be a little easier ta deal with now."

"I'm surprised you were able ta take down two of 'em bastards," Jessica confessed. "Normally they'll have ya outnumbered and outgunned. How'd ya manage to kill two of 'em so easily?"

"Trust me, it wasn't easy," Tennessesse answered. "But I can't take all the credit for it, Strongtusk and Percy are the ones who did Rattlin' Ray in and I had Warden Jones ta help me with Boot Hill Bill. They deserve just as much for helpin' me out."

"So that just leaves...Eight-Eyed Enrique, Quickshot Vince, Iron-Horn Lou, and Blood-Red Ted?"

"And Weasen," Tennessee finished, nodding in conformation. "But yeah, that's 'bout it."

"Good," Jessica nodded, "that's two less outlaws we need ta worry about now."

"But let's not worry about them for now," Tennessee smiled warmly. "Let's just enjoy this short spell of peace before I need ta get back ta work, okay?"

Jessica smiled. "Okay," she sighed, leaning her head against Tennessee's shoulder, taking in the sights around her. The blue sky, the shining sun, the cool breeze; it was all so perfect. A sigh of content left the female raccoon's mouth, her eyes fluttering as they shut. "Tennessee?"

"Hm?" hummed the male.

"When this whole Weasen thing is over...have ya ever...thought about moving forward?"

Flushed, Tennessee looked up at the sky. "W-What do ya mean?"

"Don't play dumb," Jessica said half-jokingly. "I'm talkin' 'bout marriage and children!"

"W-what about those things?"

"Honestly, Tennessee, are ya really this dense?" Jessica deadpanned. "I'm serious, Tennessee...I think I want those things...with you."

Tennessee finally looked down and faced Jessica, her expression just as serious as her tone. "M-Marriage? Children? Jessica, d-do ya really-"

"Yes, I'm serious!" she insisted. "As serious as Stacy is about Percy!"

"What about Stacy and my brother?"

The two raccoons sat up and turned to see Rudy standing a few feet away from them looking perplexed at the conversation they were having, and Tennessee couldn't help but feel grateful for the child's timing.

"Rudy? What are you doing here?" Jessica asked curiously, not noticing Tennessee sigh with relief.

"Well, I was just strollin' by and saw you two! Mind if I join ya?"

Before either of the raccoons could answer, Rudy sat himself in between them, taking in a deep breath. "Golly, it smells great out here! Feels nice bein' away from the barn and enjoyin' what nature has ta offer!"

"Are you...okay, Rudy?" Jessica asked with an amused look. "You're actin' kinda...fishy?"

"Fishy?" Rudy tittered with forced cheerfulness. "If you want fishy, you should jump in the river! I was just here ta talk ta Tennessee!"

"I thought you said ya wanted to join us?" Tennessee raised an eyebrow.

"I...I did!" Rudy turned his head and looked up at Tennessee. "But I also wanted ta talk to ya because, well, I wanted ta ask ya somethin'!"

"Okay…" Tennessee decided to play along. "What is it?"

Panicking, Rudy spat out, "Percy wants ta woo Stacy, but doesn't know how!" he then covered his mouth, his eyes widen.

Jessica squealed, "How wonderful!"

Tennessee however wasn't as easily convinced. "So, yer here because yer brother wants my advice on how ta court a lady? Why didn't he just come here and ask me himself, why'd he make you do it?"

"He's obviously shy." Jessica retorted.

Tennessee gave her a look. "Jessica…" he sighed and shook his head, standing up. Jessica got up and followed him before having him whisper into her ear. Nodding, she turned around and knelt by Rudy's side with Tennessee. "Rudy, why are ya really here?"

"W-whaddaya mean?" Rudy stuttered as his eyes darted back and forth nervously. "I-I just wanted ta spend time with my two favorite raccoons! Maybe talk with them a little bit? What's wrong with that?"

"Rudy…" Jessica gently placed a hand on the young boy's shoulder, making him look at her. "You can tell us anything."

Rudy starred at Jessica before looking back at Tennessee. Finally, the young boy sighed in defeat.

"Okay, I'll tell ya…"

The jailhouse doors slammed open as Tennessee stormed in, looking furious.

"What the hell do ya think yer doin'?!"

"Filing reports," Warden Jones replied casually. "What's wrong, Cooper?"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?!" Tennessee stopped in front of the desk, his hands resting on the wooden surface. "Usin' a child as a spy? That ain't right, Warden! Care ta tell me why little 'ole Rudy Wilcox just confessed ta me you talked him into spyin' on me?"

Warden Jones looked up at Tennessee in surprise for a few seconds before sighing in exasperation and burying her forehead into her hand.

"Last time I send a child ta do an adult's job…" the vixen muttered before donning a frown at Tennessee.

"Alright, ya found me out. I sent the little tyke ta ask ya a couple questions for me. What else did he say?"

"And why the hell did ya do that?!"

"Ya really wanna know?" Warden Jones frowned, getting up from her seat. She then circled around the desk, glaring at the raccoon. "I've been noticin' some weird-ass behavior from ya, Cooper. I haven't forgotten 'bout what happened back out on that adventure of ours."

"What are you sayin'?"

"First of all, after we met up with ya after that little detour near Cottonmouth Bluff, ya looked as though ya saw a ghost, or maybe someone ya hoped ya wouldn't see again. Then, back on that train when we were up against Weasen, he said things that clearly stuck out to ya."

"Well, I-"

"I'm not finished!" Warden Jones snapped. "Weasen said you weren't really a lawman, and that he could see it in yer eyes. Not only that, but the overall way you were behavin' back there felt very familiar ta me...the kind of behavior I've seen in the bastards I've locked away over the years Iron Rock."

"Weasen was getting under my skin, Warden. Ya can't honesly-"

"There's more," Warden Jones stepped closer. "I've overheard your little chat with Strongtusk on our way back this mornin'." She then narrowed her eyes dangerously as she peered into his. "There's only one plausible answer ta this, Tennessee: you've been keepin' us in the dark about somethin' you'd rather not people know about, and I intend ta find out what it is one way or another!"

Tennessee's face paled. This was not how he'd imagined things would go down, especially with the warden of Iron Rock prison. "I…" he stumbled, trying to find the right words. "Warden, I-"

"Save your excuses," sneered Warden Jones. "I don't know what the hell you're hidin', Cooper, but I've got you. You're goin' to confess, or else I don't know what I'll do."

"...Yer right."

Warden Jones' brow furrowed in confusion as Tennessee tilted his head downwards in shame, resignation and acceptance with closed eyes. "There has been somethin' I've been keepin' secret from everyone. And after all that's happened it's high time I come clean so there's no more secrets between any of us here. I only have one request, Warden."

"And what would that be?"

"I want ta tell everyone important ta me. Jessica, Mayor Evans, the Wilcox brothers. Everyone who I came to know as my friends. Includin' you."

"Cooper," Warden Jones glared. "I will accept your request, but lemme tell ya this: dependin' on what your secret is, I doubt we'll be friends at all." She then exited the jailhouse, leaving the raccoon in his thoughts. But before she completely left, the vixen stopped at the doorway to give a final stern glare at the raccoon.

"Ya have until sunset ta figure out how ya wanna do this."

"Fair enough," Tennessee nodded. "Just tell everyone ta meet at my cabin at sunset, and I'll tell ya'll everything."

"You'd better. Or I'll just drag it out of ya the hard way, no matter what the others think or say."

With that, the warden of Iron Rock left Tennessee alone to his thoughts, upon which a resolute frown adorned his face.

"After all this, they need ta know who they're dealin' with here," he thought. "I owe 'em that fer sure."

With a deep, heavy sigh, Tennessee made his way over towards the desk, taking a seat. Just as he did, Tennessee caught a glimpse of Warden Jones' notes about him. He covered his face in his hands, resting his elbows on the table.

"What am I gonna do?" he wondered to himself.

Tennessee paced back and forth restlessly. Just as the sun began to set, he heard knocks coming from his door. Tennessee opened the door to be greeted by Jessica, who was accompanied by her father. Standing next to them were Percy and Rudy, and finally Strongtusk and Warden Jones, still wearing the stern frown from earlier.

"We're here now," the vixen announced. "Let's get to it."

"My thoughts exactly, come inside, all of ya."

"Let's get ta what? What's this about, Sarah?"

Nobody answered Mayor Evans as they all entered the cabin with Warden Jones closing the door behind her. Percy and Rudy took a seat on the couch with Strongtusk while Mayor Evans stood right by Warden Jones' side near the fireplace. Tennessee assisted Jessica as she took a seat on a chair. She eyed Tennessee with worry.

"I'll explain everything," he assured her. "Excuse me, if you please." Tennessee then exited the room, eventually returning with his gun and a strange-looking book. Tennessee sat the book on a table in the center of the room, holding up his gun for everyone to see. "Before I go into detail about my personal life...I want y'all ta know that after all the kindness you've shown ta me so far, ya deserve nothin' but the truth. There can be no more secrets from this point forward."

"What's this about, Tennessee?" Percy asked in concern. "Warden Jones gathered us all up and told us there's somethin' important ya had ta tell us about yerself. I don't understand."

"It's somethin' he's been keepin ta himself, that's what." The vixen answered firmly. "I noticed lately that there's been somethin' he hasn't been sharin' with us lately and he wanted us all ta be here ta hear it. So get to it, Cooper."

"She's right." Tennessee answered with a resigned tone. "There has been somethin' about me I've been keepin' y'all in the dark about. Somethin' I've been hidin' ever since I came here ta this valley."

When all he got were looks of troubled confusion, that was when Tennessee knew it was time to begin his confession.

"I'm certain you all have noticed familiar I am with outlaws and how ta take 'em down. You could say I've dealt with 'em a lot of times before arrivin' here in Hindus Valley."

"Well that's obvious," Rudy pointed out. "Ever since that shootout with Wild Will when ya first got here and when ya saved Miss Jessica from the Flooded Mine, everyone can see ya know how ta deal with outlaws. Were you some kind of sheriff before ya came here, Tennessee?"

Tennessee almost laughed bitterly at the irony of the younger jackrabbit's words. "That's just the thing, Rudy. I said I've dealt with outlaws plenty of times before I came here. I never said that was because I'm involved in law enforcement."

Tennessee gave a brief pause to allow what he just said to sink in for his friends. By the silence alone, he could tell there was a sudden air of discomfort in the room.

"What...what are ya sayin', Tennessee?" Percy asked nervously.

"Maybe it's better if I show ya."

Tennessee reached into his vest pocket and retrieved a rolled up piece of paper, which he then unfurled and displayed it's contents to those watching him.

The room went quiet as the grave once they got a good look at what Tennessee showed them: a WANTED poster bearing his picture and a reward for five thousand dollars written on it. Though not unexpected, the expressions on the faces of his allies made Tennessee's heart sink into his stomach. Silent shock from the Wilcox brothers and Jessica, horrified disbelief from Mayor Evans, seething yet currently-contained fury from Warden Jones, and startelement from Strongtusk. Every second of silence that ticked by made Tennessee's shame grow like a weed.

Finally, after a seemingly endless amount of silence, one of the guests managed to find his voice.

"Tennessee…" Percy began, voice quivering in horror. "Why's the raccoon on that paper look like you?"

"Because it is me, Percy," Tennessee answered solemnly. "Despite the way I've been actin' since arrivin' in this valley of yours, the paper shows the truth...I'm an outlaw. One of the most elusive and wanted outlaws in the West. One that's pulled more thefts than I can count on my hands."

"…But...But that ain't possible!" Rudy shouted, eyes welling up with tears at the revelation his hero was giving them. "Y-you c-can't be an o-outlaw, Tennessee! Th-that would mean you've been on the same side of the law as Weasen and the Rancid Riders this whole time!"

"Rudy…"

"NO!" The younger jackrabbit shouted to his brother. "I won't believe it, Percy! I refuse ta belive the man who saved my life and did so much good for this valley is on the same side of the law as the bastards who killed our family and friends!"

"Rudy!"

"Tennessee can't be an outlaw! If that were true, then he woulda just stolen the Blood Diamond fer himself a long time ago!"

"No, I wouldn't have."

All eyes turned back to the raccoon in question, head still bowed in shame for what he was causing his friends to feel, but now carrying an air of firmness.

"T-Tennessee?"

"The poster may tell ya where I stand in the eyes of the law, but I wouldn't have gone and stolen the Blood Diamond at the drop of a hat. Because that's not how it works in my family."

Though still shocked and horrified, a sense of confusion had come over Tennessee's audience as they looked at him in confusion.

"What do ya mean, 'that's not how it works in your family', Tennessee?" Jessica asked in genuine curiousness.

"Ya have ta know that thievery ain't just a career for me...it's a way of life. And it's been a way of life for my father, and his father, and all my ancestors before me."

"I don't understand."

"Then maybe this will."

Tennessee reached over and grabbed the book he had brought in with him and displayed its front cover for the others to see.

"The thev...thevu...thiyeevuh…" Rudy struggled to pronounce the title of the book. "What is this?"

"This is the Thievius Raccoonus," Tennessee explained. "An ancient book passed down generation ta generation in my family that carries records of the different skills and techniques my ancestors have created ta help them pull their heists."

Opening the ancient tome, he allowed his audience to get a good look at what laid inside as he continued with his confession.

"Ya see, in my family, we may get by in life through stealin', but stealin' from regular folks like yerselves is somethin' any old crook can do. The real challenge lies in stealin' from those who're on the same side of the law of us, folks who'd do far worse deeds if it meant fillin' their pockets and who wouldn't know what honor was if it bit 'em in the ass. My ancestor Henriette Cooper sailed the high seas and swiped the loot from pirates who'd shed innocent blood ta get their treasure. Before her, Rioichi Cooper from Japan would sneak into the castles of ruthless Shoguns ta steal the fortunes they made plunderin' innocent villages. Before either of them, Slytunkhamen Cooper would risk life and limb ta take the riches of corrupt pharaohs and rotten nobles. And me? Before comin' here, I've been makin' a fortune from stealin' the loot of corrupt land barons, heartless bankers, and thugs like the Rancid Riders."

He turned his attention towards Jessica, watching everything with a captivated gaze before he held his gun up by the barrel to display the golden hook.

"Ya asked me before what this hook on my gun is for, Jessica?"

The she-raccoon's nod prompted Tennessee to answer, "This hook is a tool that's not just the signature tool of the Cooper Clan, but our symbol. Each Cooper before me's had a hook as part of their weapons ta help them in their heists. Normally it's a cane, but I used the design of the Cooper cane ta make my gun ta be a firearm, a bludgeon, a tool ta pick pockets, and more."

"So...what's all this mean?" Rudy asked in confusion. He could not help but feel a new sense of awe for his rescuer for this new revelation, awe that was shared by his brother, his mayor, and his part-time teacher. "Ya didn't steal the Blood Diamond before...because ya didn't think we deserved ta be robbed?"

"Exactly. Not ta mention the fact I was on vacation when I first got here, and I wasn't fixin' ta get into any trouble when I just ta get some rest and relaxation. This was the only place I've ever been to where nobody knew about my reputation and I wasn't plannin' on stayin' until…"

Tennessee paused, realizing he was digressing. "But I'm gettin' of topic here."

He closed the book and placed it back on the table before turning back to his audience resolutely.

"The point of all this is that after what we've all been through together, I've come ta care about all of you enough ta realize y'all deserve ta know the truth about me. From this point forward, they'll be no more secrets fer me ta keep from all of ya."

He bowed his head in order to make his shame clear to those watching. "I understand that y'all may not like everything I've been tellin' ya here, and I won't blame ya. After keepin' somethin' like this from my friends and partners for so long, I'd say ya have every right ta resent me for it. When this whole business with Weasen and the Riders is done, I promise I'll go away from Hindus Valley and never come back if ya hate me that much fer this."

"...I don't."

All eyes turned towards Rudy, who had risen from his seat and walked towards his ring-tailed savior.

"Tennessee," he began softly. "Fer as long as I can remember, my family and I've had ta spend everyday livin' in fear that the next minute could be our last. With my...our ma and pa bein' murdered along with so many of our friends and neighbors by the Riders, we thought the only future there was fer us was one where we'd be at the mercy of Blood Red Ted or anyone who wanted the Blood Diamond…"

He looked up towards Tennessee, a small smile on his face despite the unshed tears in his eyes.

"But you...when you came along and saved me on that field trip, helped stop Wild Will, and everything else ya did since comin' here...ya gave us somethin' we never thought we'd have: hope."

Jessica placed a hand on her chest, the child's word plucking her heartstrings.

"You could've stolen the Blood Diamond anytime ya wanted and skedaddle on out of here ta leave us ta face our own problems...but ya didn't. Ya risked yer life ta save Miss Evans from the Flooded Mine. Ya promised Sheriff Henderson that ya wouldn't rest until Ted answered fer all he did. Ya ventured out ta find the Rancid Riders' hideout and put yer life on the line ta bring back our foundin' treasure. And most of all, ya made sure my big brother got home safe and sound."

To the raccoon's surprise, Rudy wrapped his arms around his form in a hug and buried his face into his midsection.

"I don't care what some old piece of paper says ya are, Tennessee Kid Cooper. After all you've done fer us, I'd say I know just what kind of person you are."

"He's right," Jessica agreed as she stood up and approached her lover, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears as Rudy stepped away.

"After my mother died ta save me and Sheriff Henderson became to old ta chase outlaws like he used to, I didn't think there was any future for our home. But then…"

Jessica gulped, her own voice quivering with emotion that she tried to control. "You came here and stuck yer neck out ta help us whether it was protectin' our home or helpin' me in the classroom. You've been kind, generous, compassionate, protective, selfless, gentlemanly. And now, instead of keepin' a secret like this ta yerself for someone else ta figure out and expose ya, you've chosen ta be honest and tell us what kind of man you really are...And I'm glad fer that."

Once again, Tennessee felt himself being hugged, only this time it was from the lovely she-coon that had stolen his heart as he had did hers.

"I don't care what side of the law ya stand on at this point," she whimpered. "I'm just happy a man like you managed ta find our home in the first place and help us out."

She broke the embrace and stood next to Rudy, allowing Tennessee to see the expressions of the rest of his audience. Percy was glancing down in quiet contemplation at everything that just occured. Mayor Evans had his hands on his sides, no idea as to what to say about any of this. Strongtusk looked as firm as ever, though his eyes had softened in understanding and appreciation of his friend's honesty. And Warden Jones was still bearing the same cold scowl as before.

"So…" The vixen began icily, "the wolf's finally decided ta shed the sheep clothes he's been wearin'."

"I know yer angry about all this, Warden Jones." Tennessee stated.

"That's a definite understatement." Warden Jones said, huffing. "Ya know where I'm gonna put my boot, Cooper? Right up yer-"

"Enough," Mayor Evans interrupted. "Thanks for y'all input, Warden, but I think I can take it from here. Mister Cooper…" he turned to Tennessee, whose jaw tightened in anticipation of what to come as a gulp was heard. "Throughout my life, I have never come across a situation like this. Not only have you lied to me, you have lied to these fine folk, and my daughter! But most of all…" he stopped, a heavy sigh escaped his mouth before making his way towards Tennessee, placing both hands on his shoulder. "You've saved us countless times and have proven yourself. Despite what that poster says, you're still a hero in my eyes. For that, I thank you, my boy."

"Well I haven't exactly lied, per say," Tennessee shrugged. "If I lied, I would've said I was somethin' other than outlaw. But before today, I never said I was an outlaw and I never said I wasn't an outlaw. I've just been keepin' this under wraps since I didn't think I'd have ta let everyone know who I was before coming here. But now I've decided ta be honest and not keep this hidden from y'all anymore. Ya deserve that much."

"Well, we're thankful that ya decided ta be honest with us...right, Percy?" Jessica asked, turning towards the older male jackrabbit, who was looking twitchy while sitting on the couch.

"...I don't know." The older jackrabbit admitted with a frown. "On one hand, the knowledge that the raccoon I've come ta consider my best friend and brother's been on the same side of the law as the bastards who hurt my home, family, and friends is a lot ta swallow."

He looked up at Tennessee, eyes softening in appreciation. "But...considerin' he's saved my little brother's life twice since comin' here and did a whole lotta good fer this valley of ours after that...I guess I can't stay mad at him fer what he's done."

A bitter scowl then formed on his face as his paws tightened into fists. "Besides, I don't wanna be unfair ta Tennessee here...It's not like he's the only raccoon in the room with a skeleton in his closet...ain't that right, Mister Mayor?"

"Percy…" Warden Jones said sternly. "Don't."

Ignoring her, Percy stood up from the couch and glared at Mayor Evans. "I think it's 'bout time I come out and say it, since we're sharin' secrets. Mayor, do ya wanna know what we came across at the Flooded Mines, before runnin' into Weasen and his crooked gang? We found a journal of the weasel's sayin' it was his family that founded this here valley, not yours!"

"Percy!" Jessica gasped in offended shock. "How could ya say such a thing ta my father?! Why would you even assume somethin' like that?!"

"I know he's your father, Jessica, but he's also a compulsive liar!" Percy yelled. "Not only did we find that journal entry, but we've also found photo albums! And if that ain't enough proof for ya, we found the original town deed was stashed away in that Hell-hole, signed by Weasen's grandfather five times removed!"

Mayor Evans tightened his jaw and fists. "My boy…"

"Did ya know?!" Percy snapped. "Did ya know that yer family slaughtered Weasen's?! Did ya know that our home was built on lies and murder?! That the Blood Diamond's the color it is thanks ta bein' soaked in the blood of Weasen's ancestor's corpse?! Everythin's that ya said and done...was it all just ta keep up the act?! Were ya hidin' what truely happened?! Did ya-"

SMACK!

Everyone froze as Percy's cheek was struck. Jessica stood in front of the jackrabbit, her breathing heavied as tears started to slide down her face.

"...How dare you…" she whispered, before lifting her head up to face Percy. "HOW DARE YOU!" she bellowed. "After everything that's happened here...after everything that we've been through...you have the utter gall to put this all on my father, your mayor?!" she went silent. "Your friend…?"

"Well don't look at me! Tennessee and Warden Jones were there with me when I found that journal entry!"

Jessica turned around, shooting daggers at the two mammals. "Ya'll gonna make my father look like the bad guy, too? Tennessee?"

"I…"

"Tch," Warden Jones narrowed her eyes, her folded arms tightening. "Bad guy, huh? My dear, the mayor ain't the problem here." she then looked back at Tennessee. "The problem is him."

Rudy gulped. "I...I don't think that-"

"Oh, be quiet." Warden Jones said sternly. "You're only a child, Rudy. You'll understand when you're older."

"Hey, don't talk to my brother that way!" Percy defended, making his way to Rudy's side.

"Both of you, hush!" Jessica snapped. "Why are we fighting?! Warden Jones, what is your problem here?"

"Is that a serious question?!" the vixen asked in anger. "This man, this...criminal just confessed his sins in front of ya'll! He lied about bein'-"

"I never lied." Tennessee retorted.

"Shut the hell up!" Warden Jones snapped, unfolding her arms. She turned and faced Tennessee, unlatching her whip. "You're no hero, Cooper. You're just like them! A law-breaker, a sinner! You…" realization dawned on her. "That's just it, isn't it? You were never on vacation...you were runnin' away from the law, weren't ya?! Findin' this here town was just dumb luck!"

"S-Sarah, I…" Tennessee tried to counter.

"Enough talk!" Warden Jones yelled, flicking her whip. "I think it's high-time I take ya in myself! You're not fit ta wear the badge! C'mon then, Cooper, I'll drag ya down ta Hell myself!"

"Oh, please."

Everyone went silent as the most quiet member of the group said his first words since arriving, and they all turned their attention to see Strongtusk folding his arms and sporting an unimpressed glare.

"You got somethin' ta say, pork rind?" Warden Jones hissed.

"Only that by doing what you are about to do, you will be making a fool of yourself and putting everyone else's lives in danger." He said simply. "You act as though Tennessee is as monstrous as the Demon of Red Fur and his associates, and that making him your prisoner will be what is best for everyone."

Warden Jones gawked at him. "Strongtusk, I'm surprised at you! Out of all the people, you are comin' to his defense?! Criminals destroyed your home, and Tennessee here's one of 'em! It doesn't matter who or what his family is, he's an outlaw! How the hell can you people stand by his side?!"

"Because I have seen the differences between Tennessee and the Demon of Red Fur." Strongtusk answered. "Tennessee could have ended my life during our battle, yet chose to show me mercy and allow me the chance to live to see that my family and home will be avenged. The Demon of Red Fur showed no mercy for when he laid waist to my village and murdered my family, who did nothing to deserve his wrath and deserved nothing but mercy. To say that Tennessee is as evil as the Demon of Red Fur for stealing what your kind considers valuable from people without honor or compassion is...ridiculous."

Warden Jones took in the indian's words and took a look at her surroundings, seeing the pain in everyone's eyes.

"Besides," Strongtusk continued, "while we remain here and argue like vultures over a carcass, Weasen and his cohorts remain at large and are most likely planning their next course of action to steal your shiny red stone. To place Tennessee somewhere he cannot help us send them to the next world would be highly unwise and risky."

"I have men who can be just as tough - if not more - than Cooper! Let me arrest him and see to it that the West is safer knowing that another criminal is behind bars!"

"But to do it now? While they remain at large and could strike at any moment? It is not worth risking the lives of many innocents just to see one guilty man imprisoned."

Jessica and Percy made their way over to Tennessee's side, taking his hands, staring at the vixen. Soon enough, Rudy and Strongtusk made the same move. Even Mayor Evans helped shield Tennessee from the vixen's wrath.

"You're makin' a huge mistake!" Warden Jones declared. "Let me do my goddamn job, Bill!"

"Warden Jones, as Mayor of Hindus Valley, I order you to stand down!"

"But I-"

"Stand. Down!"

Warden Jones gawked at the group in front of her. After a while, her teeth gritted together as she put her whip back. Without a hesitant thought, the vixen stormed out of the cabin.

"And where are you goin'?!" Mayor Evans shouted.

"Takin' a little vacation of my own!" she shouted over her shoulder. "The men I brought with me will still be here! I'll be back after the weekend!"

"Yer leaving?!" Percy yelled

"Why so scared, Fluff Butt?!" She asked sarcastically. "Ya'll have yer ten gallon hero!"

"But Weasen and his men could strike any day now! We need all hands on deck here ta prepare fer whatever's comin'!"

"Well, ya'll can take those hands and shove 'em right up yer kesters if ya think I'll be helpin' an outlaw!" Warden Jones retorted. "I'll be back Monday!"

With that, Warden Jones vanished into the night. No one bothered to go after her, which was probably for the best due to the situation. Tennessee turned to look at the rest of his guests. Percy, who had shown such bitter emotions towards Warden Jones and Mayor Evans, took Rudy's hand and gave Tennessee a sympathetic smile. Without saying a word, he shot a glare at Mayor Evans before leaving.

"So much negativity…" Strongtusk sighed, placing a hand on Tennessee's shoulder. "Do not worry, my friend. I sense great things will happen...soon. Mayor Evans, Miss Jessica." he nodded at the two other raccoons before making his leave.

Tennessee looked back at Mayor Evans and Jessica. "So…"

"My boy," Mayor Evans sighed heavily. "I think...God, I can't talk right now."

Both Tennessee and Jessica watched as the older raccoon left, leaving the two lovers alone.

"Tennessee…" Jessica began timidly. "I trust ya and all, but I gotta know...did ya really leave your home cause you were bein' hunted by the law? Did ya really not mean ta find us?"

Tennessee took in her words, a sigh escaping his mouth. "Yes…" he confessed. "All of this was just a happy accident."

"Oh…"

"But it sure was the best damn accident that could've happened ta me."

"It...It was?"

"I made friends, got an honest job, made myself happy by helpin' others...And I fell in love."

Jessica smiled before leaning up to Tennessee, placing a hand on his cheek. "I feel the exact same way, Tennessee."

She then leaned up and placed her lips upon his. Tennessee wrapped his arms around Jessica's lower back, pulling her close as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They stood there for what seemed like hours, in each other's warm embrace under the moonlight, the cool night air surrounding them. They were in their own little world…

Completely unaware of the unfortunate event that were to take place in the near future.

Back in Cotton Mouth Bluff, a certain group of miscreants had taken refuge at a saloon. Being the only ones there, the villainous group had taken the liberty of doing whatever they wanted, careful to not alert any suspecting law-abiding citizens.

Gold-Tooth Tom made his way back to their table, sliding drinks to the rest of their small party. Blood-Red Ted held up his mug, an unreadable look displayed on his face.

"Rattlin' Ray and Boot-Hill Bill...two of the scariest sons of bitches I've ever come across...may they rest easy now."

They all then gulped down their drinks, except for Weasen, who had both hands on his face, elbows supporting the weight. He looked annoyed, and from Tom's experience, when his boss is annoyed, nothing good were to come out of it.

"How pitiful, this is…" Weasen snarled. "We've lost our hideout - twice - and now my explosives have been wasted on a bunch of annoying little pests! Do you know what makes it even worse, Thomas?"

Tom gulped, "They're still alive…?"

"They're still alive!" Weasen shouted, taking out his pistol and shooting the nearest goon in the head.

After making their escape from the runaway train, Weasen and his cohorts saw everything from a safe distance on top of a hill. Tennessee and his friends managed to escape his train's office and jumped off just in time before the train fell into the canyon below. What was supposed to be a fiery end turned out to be another miraculous victory.

"My patience is at it's end!" Weasen exclaimed. "That ringtailed bastard managed to outwit me every single time! Oh, Ted, what am I going to do?"

"Have a drink? I dunno…"

Annoyed by the coyote's answer, Weasen lifted his cane and zapped him, which angered the outlaw.

"What the fuck?!"

"I apologise, Mister Woolen, but you're simply not helping!"

"And zappin' me was supposed ta help?!" Blood-Red Ted then stood up, aiming his gun at the weasel. "Ya know, I'm beginnin' ta think this…partnership was a bad idea! You said if we helped ya, we'd be victorious, and that Hindus Valley will be ours! Well, LOOK AT US! We've lost everything, and now...NOW we're sittin' ducks at a dried-up saloon, drinking our hearts out because somebody - fuckin' SOMEBODY - got his ass handed ta him every damn time by a single ringtailed rodent!"

"Gentlemen, please!" Gold-Tooth Tom tried to placate his superiors. "I know that tensions are very high here given the poor results of our last escapade, but murdering one another will not get us any closer to our end goal! Think of the payoff!"

The duo ignored Tom, even when Weasen stood his ground and got up from his own seat. Their audience watched in anticipation; two of the baddest outlaws were about to go at it, and they were curious as to who would win.

"I'd watch that tone of voice, especially with me, Mister Woolen." Weasen's reply was calm, yet stern. "Need I remind you who planned your escape? Every event that has happened upon your breakout, I orchestrated. A little gratitude would be appreciated."

"Gratitude?!" Ted snarled. "My gang is down two men after that little 'dinner party' you threw went ta hell! Ya think that merits gratitude?!"

"I can make you disappear with the simple snap of my fingers, Mister Woolen, so precisely. Show me gratitude for not deciding to kill you now, because I really do care and need you to complete this job."

"How about I give ya somethin' else than gratitude?"

"HEY!"

All eyes turned to Gold-Tom, who was just as surprised that he managed to make the two bosses stop their arguing.

Tom gulped nervously, shakily lifting a pitcher. "Can we talk things over drinks?"

XXXXXXXXXX

"GAAAAAHH!" Tom yelled before crashing onto the ground outside. "Oof!"

"And don't return until you've come up with a better solution, Thomas!" Weasen yelled before heading back inside.

Tom sighed as he got up to dust himself off. "And don't return until you've come up with a better solution, Thomas," he mocked under his breath. "He should be glad I've stuck with him this long since we hired that red lunatic."

As he began to walk away, thoughts began to fill the armadillo's head. "What the hell am I doin' here? I've been bullied and belittled by that cannibalistic freak Weasen hired since day one! The payoff of this job had better compensate for what I've gone through in this scheme!"

He then stopped and turned his attention to a nearby outhouse. "Maybe I'll think better on an empty bladder."

Trudging into the outhouse and closing the door behind him, Tom undid his pants and sat down in preparation to relieve himself. Before he could begin, he glanced up to look at the closed door in front of him...then froze as he saw the face of a familiar raccoon on a wanted poster nailed to the door.

"...Is...is that…?" He muttered before tearing down the poster and reading its contents.

"Oh my god."

XXXXXXXXXX

SLAM!

"I've found something!" Gold-Tooth Tom came bursting through the saloon doors.

The group of criminals snapped their heads over to see Tom standing in the saloon's doorway with one hand gripping a piece of paper and the other holding up his pants.

Weasen scowled irritably. "Thomas, what did I just tell you about not coming back until you've conceived a better solution?!"

"I know, I know! But you all have to see what I just found in the local outhouse!"

Weasen turned green and grimaced revulsion. "Thomas, that's disgusting! Whatever you do in privacy, you'd better keep it to yourself!" he snapped. Blood-Red Ted and the rest of the Riders looked over from their spots in the saloon, equally disgusted by the armadillo's "discovery".

Realizing what his boss had meant, Gold-Tooth Tom's face went red with embarrassment and frantically waved his arms in the air and shook his head in defence.

"No, no, no, sir! I meant this!" he then slammed the paper on the table and slid it over to his boss, who caught it and held it up to his face.

"What is it?" Blood-Red Ted asked as he and his gang began gathering around the table.

Weasen lowered the paper and a wicked grin formed on his face. "A discovery, my dear friend, a most interesting one indeed…"

"What do ya mean a- What the fuck?!"

The Rancid Riders gasped in awe as they saw the WANTED poster, which displayed none other than the very raccoon who had caused them grief for months…

Tennessee Kid Cooper.

"What the hell?!" Ted snarled. "That little bastard's on our side of the law?!"

"It would appear so," Weasen continued to grin. He then turned to Gold-Tooth Tom. "Thomas...I believe I owe you a raise."

Tom gulped and smiled timidly. "T-Thanks boss…"

"So the bastardo's been on our side of the law this whole time?" Enrique wondered aloud. "What can this do for us?"

"It means we can use this to our advantage…" Weasen answered. "If this WANTED poster of our ringtailed friend is here, then perhaps this is where the sheriff pursuing him resides."

"So?" asked Quickshot Vince

"So," Weasen grinned sinisterly. "I believe it's high time we seek some assistance...from the other side of the law. Thomas!"

"Yes boss?" The armadillo asked nervously.

"Write down a message for me. I would like to have a word with this town's esteemed lawman...privately."

"DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMIT!"

Deputy Beaks merely quivered as he watched his superior pace restlessly around his office ranting his head off.

"I had him, Beaks...I fuckin' HAD HIM! If that son of a bitch hadn't caught me off-guard by playin' gopher, I would've...GAAHH!" Sheriff Fox then whipped out his gun and shot one of the dozen WANTED posters of Tennessee Kid Cooper along his wall, which had many bullet holes through them.

Beaks timidly played with his feathers and nervously approached his boss. "P-Please try ta calm down, sir. Remember yer blood pressure…"

"Fuck my blood pressure!" the vulpine sneered. "I want every god-damn lawman patrollin' these parts, ya hear?! Cooper said he had business in these parts, and I wanna know what the hell he thinks he's doin'! Ooo, my back!"

Beaks frowned. "He sure did a number on ya…"

"What was that?"

"N-nothin'!"

"Damn right!" Sheriff Fox then sat down, rubbing his forehead in anger. "Get me some whiskey, will ya Beaks? I need ta think…"

Without uttering a single word, Beaks nodded and quickly exited the sheriff's office.

"Damn ringtailed rat. What the hell do I gotta do ta nab him?!" He grumbled and rubbed his forehead. Not long after, Deputy Beaks scurried back inside with a bottle of whiskey and placed it on the Sheriff's desk.

"Here ya go, sheriff."

"Thanks. Now go the hell home, I need ta do some plannin'."

Wisely deciding not to reply, the owl hurriedly left the building, leaving the vulpine lawman alone to unkork the bottle and take a swig of its contents.

"Gonna need a fuckin' miracle ta catch that son of a bitch…"

Not a second after he said that, Sheriff Fox heard a knock on his door and turned to look at it. "Sheriff's office is closed, come back tomorrow!" He barked irritably.

No reply came, but he could hear the faintest sound of something being slid under the door. Eyebrows crinkling in confusion, Sheriff Fox got up from behind his desk and looked down to see a small letter that had been slid under the door into the room.

"...the hell?" he muttered. Sheriff Fox then picked up the letter and opened it.

Dear Sheriff,

I hear you've got yourself a raccoon problem. Perhaps I can be of assistance. If you want information about Tennessee Kid Cooper, meet me by the train yard at a quarter after eleven. I'll be waiting for you.

Yours truly,

W.

Sheriff Fox looked up from the letter and opened the door, glancing down the hall. He then glanced down at the letter again and took to thought.

"This...this is some joke, right?" Sheriff Fox sighed in frustration. "What the hell am I thinkin'?"

XXXXXXXXXX

Sheriff Fox approached the train yard and observed his surroundings. The area was pitch-dark, illuminated by light of the moon. He glanced up at the clock tower, reading eleven twenty-thirty. He was five minutes late, sure, but where was this "W" person?

"Psst!" An unknown voice whispered, making Sheriff Fox draw his pistol instinctively.

"Sheriff! Sheriff, over here!"

Sheriff Fox spun around to see a slender, red suited figure leaning against a nearby boxcar, his face hidden by the shadows.

"Who's there?! Show yerself!" He demanded, pistol still raised.

"I'll stay where I am, if you don't mind." The figure responded cooly. "In spite of your lateness, I'm glad to see you received my message. And you came alone, which is just as good."

"Who the hell are you?!" Sheriff Fox demanded.

"That's not important. Not as important as a certain outlaw you've been having trouble with…"

Deciding to get to the point, Sheriff Fox asked, "So, yer the fella who says he's got information about Tennessee Kid Cooper?"

Though he could not see his face, Sheriff Fox felt for sure the stranger was smiling. "That's only the icing on the cake, my good lawman. What would you say if I were to essentially hand Tennessee Kid Cooper over to you on a silver platter?"

Intrigued but still suspicious, the tod holstered his firearm and crossed his arms.

"If you said that, I'd ask, "what's in it for you?"

"Oh, nothing more than the insurance of a good night's sleep knowing one of the most notorious outlaws in the west is safely tucked away in a cell and at the top of the hangman's list, waiting for the noose to be tied around his neck…"

"Brother, I've tried time and time again ta nab that ring-tailed varmit and each time he's managed ta give me the slip. What could you possibly offer that can make this any different?"

Sheriff Fox heard the figure chuckle. "My dear sir, I'm a man of many talents...and a gifted performer. And as a performer, I know a thing or two of catching my audience off-guard...It's all about the element of surprise. I give you Cooper's location, you hunt him down, and while he's vulnerable, you catch him by surprise! Ta-da, your raccoon problem is forever gone! It's a plan that will end in your name being known as the greatest hero in the West! And it all starts with the name of a certain town: Hindus Valley. Are you interested?"

Sheriff Fox narrowed his eyes and began to ponder. If that this stranger said was true, then he could have Tennessee Kid Cooper locked up finally. However, if this was all part of an elaborate scheme…

"If you're lyin' ta me…"

"I'm not."

"...Then alright Mister...W...ya have yerself a deal."

"Please, call me Mr. Wilson…" the weasel then stepped out into the light, a smile forming on his face. "Everyone does."

The next morning, back at Hindus Valley, Tennessee gulped as he made his way to the Evans mansion. After revealing his true identity to them last night, Tennessee wanted to make sure things between him and Jessica had not changed. That, and he also wanted to check in on the mayor. Percy made it clear the night before he was pissed off, but in all fairness, it wasn't Mayor Evans' fault. Tennessee could tell that the mayor had no clue as to what his family's history was with the Wilson clan. Tennessee only hoped he could make him feel better, then he'd make sure to have a good talk with Percy.

Laura opened the door a few minutes after being knocked, a worrisome look was displayed on her face. "Ah...Sheriff Cooper, what a...surprise." she then cleared her throat. "Can I help you? Are ya here for Miss Evans? Cause I'm afraid she's not here. Won't be home for another hour or two."

"That's alright, I can wait fer Miss Evans. While I'm waiting, may I speak with Mayor Evans? Heard he wasn't in his office today."

"The mayor?" Laura repeated. "I'm afraid he isn't in the highest of spirits today. Ever since he and Jessica came home last night, he's been actin' as if his own child disowned him. Do ya know what happened?"

"It's a long story," Tennessee answered. "Can I please speak with him? It's important."

"Of course, of course, please come inside."

Laura stepped aside to allow Tennessee entry into the manor before leading him out to the same patio where he shared dinner with the Evans family that one night. He was greeted with the pitiful sight of Mayor Evans seated at the table, clad in a robe and head buried in his hands as he propped his arms on the table.

"Master Evans?"

Upon being addressed, the mayor turned his gaze to the rabbit and younger raccoon standing in the doorway. They could see the older raccoon's eyes were bloodshot with dark circles beneath them, indicating a long night without sleep.

"Sheriff Cooper is here to speak with you, sir. Says it's important." Laura paused to wait for a response. None came. She then cleared her throat to speak again. "Master Evans-"

"Yes, yes, I apologise Laura. Please be a dear and bring us some tea. Tennessee, please have a seat."

Tennessee nodded and took a seat across from the older raccoon. After studying him further, he could tell that the mayor had seen better days.

"Well, if you'll forgive me fer being straight-forward, sir, I'd say ya look like crap."

Mayor Evans chuckled weakly and looked back at the younger raccoon. "I've had worse nights, my boy. As mayor, I tend ta have a few of 'em. Ahh, thank you, Laura." Mayor Evans took the tea that was offered to him and asked, "What brings ya here, Tennessee?"

"Well, I...I came here because I'm worried about ya. Both you and Jessica. I know what happened last night was a lot ta swallow and I'm sorry if yer still not happy about what ya learned. But not as sorry as I am about Percy last night. I take it ya haven't slept well on account of what he told you and yer daughter about what we found in the Flooded Mine."

"I was nearly up all night, digging through the archives at the town hall, and I have found...absolutely nothin'. I just don't...understand any of it. Why would my parents - my ancestors - why would they...lie ta me? Ta us?"

Tennessee frowned. "I understand…"

"Of course ya do; yer quite the little liar yerself, "Sheriff."

Both paused and stared at each other in awkward silence.

"Sorry," Mayor Evans spoke. "I shouldn't have said that…"

"No, I deserved it," Tennessee assured. "It wasn't right ta hide who I was, especially ta you and Jessica. Speakin' of yer daughter, I'm also worried about how she's been takin' Percy's words since last night."

"She's...got quite the mouth on her, just like her mother." Mayor Evans sighed, a small laugh escaping his mouth. "God, I never thought I'd see that kind of anger again. I almost missed it."

"So I take it she's still sore about what he said last night?"

"My boy," Mayor Evans leand in. "My daughter never forgets somethin'. If someone rubs her the wrong way, she'll let all hell break loose. She swore the next time she sees Percy, that she was gonna slap him into next week. Stacy's taken her out for the day ta try and calm her down. Claim's a "girls day" is just what Jessica needed."

"Really?" Tennessee inquired with a small smile. "If anything, I'd think that girl wouldn't let Jessica touch her "Percykins" with a ten foot pole, let alone let her slap him."

"According ta Jessica, Stacy is on her side. She's not entirely thrilled 'bout what was said ta my face. She may love him, but my daughter is her best friend."

"I see…"

They continued to sit there in silence, enjoying the cool autumn breeze and tea until the mayor's throat cleared and caught Tennessee's attention.

"Tennessee...can I ask ya somethin'?"

"Yes, of course."

"Do you love my daughter?"

Tennessee took Mayor Evans' question to heart. "Yes," he answered with sincere honesty. "I do. I really do...Is that wrong?"

"There is nothin' wrong with that, my boy, it's just that your profession is a little...well...surprising. In quite honesty, I'm even more surprised that my daughter still has feelings fer ya."

"She does?" Tennessee asked hopefully.

Mayor Evans nodded. "Indeed she does. What I wanna know, Tennessee...what your intentions are with her, especially now knowing that you're actually an outlaw."

"Believe me, I haven't been givin' that much thought what with all this Weasen business, but I want ya ta know somethin' Mister Mayor: the last thing I'm ever gonna let happen is fer yer daughter ta be gettin' hurt because of my lifestyle."

Mayor Evans sighed in relief. "That's a relief, my boy. However, whatever your intentions are - no matter what your relationship is with her - just know that I intend on bein' more cautious from now on. As a father, it's my job, no matter who she decides to fall in love with. You bein' an outlaw only increases my concerns."

"I understand completely, sir."

"I sure hope so…"

The sound of knocking against the manor's exterior caught the attentions of both raccoons as Laura appeared at the doorway, Jessica and Stacy accompanying her.

"Miss Evans and Miss Stacy have returned, Master Evans."

"So I see. Thank you, Laura."

Laura nodded and headed inside. Jessica made her way over to her father's side, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Hello Daddy, Tennessee." she proceeds to sit down, eyeing her lover. "What brings ya here?"

"Yeah, I was wonderin' the same thing…" Stacy smirked, taking a seat next to Tennessee, giving both him and Jessica a knowing look.

Ignoring Stacy's suggestive glances, Tennessee gace Jessica an assured smile. "I just wanted ta stop by ta see how yer father was feelin' after last night." he then frowned with concern. "Are you alright, Jessica?"

The she-raccoon's face morphed into a frown as she glanced downward. "Not really," Jessica confessed "I'm still confused…"

"Believe me, we all are." Tennessee nodded in agreement. "I never would've thought this town would have such a grim history."

"Forget the history!" Stacy exclaimed. "I still can't believe my dear Percy would say such things! Accusing the mayor's ancestors for doin' such horrible deeds; I simply can't believe him!"

"Still won't talk ta him?" Tennessee asked.

Stacy shook her head. "Not until he apologizes!"

"I'm sure he will," Tennessee gave them an assuring grin before standing up. "After I talk ta him, of course."

The trio bade the male raccoon farewell as ey left the Evans property. The moment Tennessee was out of their sight, Stacy quickly snapped her head over towards Jessica with a knowing grin.

"You're such a naughty girl, Jessica Evans! In love with a thief, now that's somethin' out of a story book!"

Jessica groaned with embarrassment and hid her face in her hands, her father chuckling while patting her back.

Rudy opened the front door the very second his ears heard footsteps at the porch. He looked up at Tennessee timidly before asking, "What brings ya here, Tennessee?"

"Where's your brother?"

"At the barn, feedin' the chickens," Rudy pointed at the barn. "He's been havin' one of his...grouchy moods."

Tennessee hummed in reply and made his way over towards Percy's location. "Yup, and I'm here ta put a stop to it."

"I hope ya can. I haven't seen him crack a smile since we left yer house last night. I don't want him feelin' like this forever."

"Trust me, he won't." Tennessee promised over his shoulder before disappearing from the young jackrabbit's sight.

Tennessee entered the barn and was greeted by the sounds of animals and bags rustling. He turned to find Percy filling a smaller sack with corn for the chickens. The older jackrabbit's posture was stiff and from Tennessee could tell, he was beyond stressed. He could also hear him muttering under his breath as he approached the other male. Percy turned around when he heard footsteps approaching him, surprised to find Tennessee standing in front of him, clearing his throat.

"Howdy," Tennessee greeted.

"...Tennessee, what are ya doin' here?"

"Can't a fella check up on his best friend?"

"Not when that best friend wants ta fire a poison dart inta his mayor's eye."

"Percy..." Tennessee trailed off before sighing. "Listen, I think we both know why I'm here."

Percy eyed the raccoon for a moment before he sighed, placing his sack on the ground before taking a seat. "Then how 'bout ya remind me ta make sure we're on the same page?"

"Ya need ta apologize to Mayor Evans and Jessica."

"Like hell I need to!" sneered the jackrabbit before standing up. "Tennessee, ya know nothin' of this town! Ya know nothin' 'bout what we all went through! This valley, my home...it's been cursed with greed and murder for years! Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I find out that the Evans family's the reason it's like this! Who in their right mind would hide this sort of thing from us?! If William Evans truly cared fer us...then he would've came out and-"

"I just met with Mayor Evans and he told me he was up all night, searching the archives in town hall...and found nothin'." Tennessee retorted. "Doesn't that mean anythin' to ya? Mayor Evans and Jessica's ancestors...they clearly didn't want this town's true history to be known. So it's not their fault; how could it be? They were just as clueless as we were, Perce."

"I don't think ya get it, Tennessee," Percy glared downwards. "Up until recently, I was convinced the founders of this valley were kind and simple pioneers. Now I have ta wake up every day with the knowledge that the reason we're all in deep shit with Weasen was because the "so-called-founders" of this place hurt his ancestors and now he's willin' ta spill blood ta get this valley under his control. How the hell else am I supposed ta feel about this?"

"Yer sad, angry…" Tennessee placed a hand on Percy's shoulder. "Devastated, I'm sure. Anyone would be if they found out their whole lives were built on lies."

Percy sighed and nodded, looking back up at the raccoon. "I guess yer right, Ringtail," he paused for a moment, looking down at the ground before blinking in frantic before looking back up. "Tennessee," he looked as if he'd realized something. "I need ta take a look at the archives!"

Tennessee frownd in confusion, lifting an eyebrow. "Percy, I just said that the mayor-"

"I wanna make sure fer myself," Percy interrupted. "I practically know that building like the back of my hand!"

"Well, I suppose…" Tennessee shrugged before walking out of the barn with the jackrabbit. "What do ya expect ta find?"

"Answers."

XXXXXXXXXX

"I still don't understand this," Tennessee spoke to himself while watching Percy frantically going around the archives. "Mayor Evans already looked through every nook and cranny fer any mention of Weasen's family."

"I know, now shut it!" Percy exclaimed, observing the shelves. "Weasen's last name is Wilson, right?"

"...Yes?"

Percy continued to go through each of the shelves, eventually coming across a book titled, THE HISTORY OF HINDUS VALLEY. Tennessee watched as the jackrabbit grabbed the book and made his way towards a table, slamming the book down and frantically turning the pages, tracing his finger along each page that seemed important to him.

"What the hell are ya lookin' for?" Tennessee questioned while making his way to Percy's side.

"Look at this," Percy began to explain. "There's not a single Wilson listed anywhere in the list of original residents."

"Yeah...so?"

"So," Percy turned back to the front of the book and pointed at the date. "This book was recorded two years later. There's a new copy made every year, and there's a year missing."

"...meaning?"

"Remember what I said about knowing this place?" Percy asked. "I've stumbled across a lotta hidden passages in this building, and books can go missing down here faster than a mouse when it's caught by a hawk. There's an empty space...where the first book should be. See fer yerself."

Confused, Tennessee made his way over towards were Percy was talking about and indeed saw that there was a space missing.

"Notice anythin'?" Percy made his way towards Tennessee's side. "There was a book here, and the dust outlines show it. The first book was taken recently…"

"But wouldn't the mayor have noticed?"

Percy gave Tennessee a knowing look. Once the raccoon fully caught on to what the other male was thinking, his mouth dropped.

"I think we'd better have a little talk with our friend." Percy stated.

Out in the open desert, Warden Jones wiped some sweat off her forehead as she rode her horse through the blazing heat. While it may have not been the smartest choice - even though she'd left some of her own men behind - leaving that town was the best. The vixen needed to get away from the drama, and most importantly Tennessee Kid Cooper himself.

At the moment, there was nothing she wanted more than to grab him by the neck and shake him until went dizzy. She wanted to whip him to death, she wanted him to hang. The very thought of that lying, sneaky, ringtailed-

"I said hustle up already!"

Warden Jones blinked as she shook herself from her train of thought. Looking towards the left, she spotted a posse being led by a male red fox. Taking a closer look, the vixen was able to identify the travelers as lawmen, but what were they doing so far out in the desert was beyond her. Especially since some of them were riding on a secure-looking horse-drawn prison wagon. As a law-abiding citizen like herself, Warden Jones wanted to know what their business was. Without hesitation, she directed her horse towards the posse.

"We're sorry Sheriff," a short owl panted. "Some of is didn't pack enough water for this heat!

"Fellas, we're out here ta search for an outlaw! I don't care if it's too-" the vulpine stopped his lecture upon spotting a vixen making their way towards them. He took in her figure, her silky brown hair. If it wasn't in a ponytail, Sheriff Fox would've sworn she'd be even more gorgeous. He then took note on her orange tail and how it swayed, how sharp it looked when flicked. In all honesty, the vulpine found the vixen admiring. He nearly gulped as she stopped her horse and got off, making her way towards them. She even bounced a smidge while her hips swayed, making Sheriff Fox's fur deepen. He'd never seen a more attractive vixen in his life, and how embarrassing it was as he was in her presence in front of his posse, all hot and bothered like this. He almost felt like a fool, which nearly aggravated him. "...Hot."

Meanwhile, Warden Jones focused her attention on the tod who was apparently leading the group. She had to admit that he was quite a looker, with his darker shade of orange fur and scruffy features. She watched as he got down from his own horse and took a few steps towards her direction before stopping, giving the vixen full visual aid. Scruffy was indeed the right word to describe this vulpine, but it suited him. He also looked well-built, but slim - not as slim as Tennessee, but still attractive nonetheless. His auburn tail flicked and wrapped itself around the bottom of his legs, almost as if he were getting embarrassed. She noticed this (thank the lord for having a keen eye) and grinned. If there was anything Warden Sarah Jones was good at besides busting outlaws, it was how to seduce a man. And judging from what she was gathering from this vulpine, this was going to be fun. And in front of his posse too? Even more delightful! Oh, how she enjoyed breaking down a man's self-esteem, no matter how handsome they were.

"Pardon me, gentlemen," She greeted politely with a tip of her hat. "But might I ask what a distinguished group of sheriffs like yerselves is doin' stumblin' around the desert like this?"

Sheriff Fox's face had turned red and turned his head away slightly. "I-I might ask ya the same thing, ma'am."

"What the fucking hell is wrong with me?!" Sheriff Fox thought to himself in anger.

Warden Jones noticed this a grinned. "Too afraid ta look at the Warden of Iron Rock, partner?

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped and gawked at her, including Sheriff Fox.

"You're the Warden of Iron Rock?!" he exclaimed.

"What, you didn't think it was a woman who's in charge of managin' the most well-fortified prison in the West?"

"Well...yeah! I mean, look at you! You look so young...and you're a woman! Ya mean ta tell me my men and I have been takin' orders and sendin' criminals ta you?!"

Warden Jones narrowed her eyes and placed a hand on her hip, looking at the vulpine straight in the eyes. "Ya damn right, partner. I'm the one who's been collectin' outlaws from sheriffs all over these parts. If ya don't believe me, here's my badge! See?!" she then whipped out her badge, holding high in display, causing the posse in front of her - excluding the vulpine in front of her - to stare at it in awe. After proving her title, Warden Jones placed her badge away and turned to Sheriff Fox. "Insult me like that again, and I'll break that handsome face in! Ya hear?!"

"W-we weren't lookin' ta disrespect ya, warden." The short owl insisted as he hopped off his horse with his hat in his wings. "We've just been tryin' ta find someplace out here and now we're...well, lost."

"Well, isn't that a coincidence," Warden Jones looked down at the small owl. "I'm lookin' fer a place as well. Cotton Mouth Bluff."

Upon hearing this, Sheriff Fox snapped out of his trance and cleared his throught. "That's where we're comin' from, Warden. Any particular reason for ya company?"

"Tennessee Kid Cooper," Warden Jones answered flatly. "I heard he came from there and wanted ta speak with the sheriff in charge of keepin' that town nice and safe. Need I say more?"

"Well ain't this a small world we live in?" Deputy Beaks smiled good naturedly. "Yer already talkin' ta him!"

Warden Jones looked over at the small owl with a near unimpressed look on her face. "...You?"

The vulpine cleared his throat and stuck his hand out to her. "No no, he means me! Sheriff Johnathan Fox, at yer service!"

Warden Jones looked up at the vulpine's face and back at his hand before shaking it. "Warden Sarah Jones."

"Well, Warden, I-"

"Call me Sarah."

"Only if ya call me John."

The sound of his posse snorting at this made his blush return and turned around to glare and growl at his men, quickly shutting them up.

"Well...John…" Warden Jones released the vulpine's hand and cleared her hand. "I think we're both after the same thing, or more accurately, the same raccoon."

"I'd say so," Sheriff Fox. "Ya said ya heard he came from CottonMouth Bluff. How come we've never seen ya? Why are ya after him now?"

At this, the vixen scowled. "The son of a bitch went and pulled the wool over my eyes, made himself out ta be a lawman who claimed to protect and serve! That ringtailed rat ain't even fit ta wear the badge!"

Sheriff Fox went wide-eyed in shock, unable to believe what he had just heard. But almost as quickly, he adopted a cold glare and balled his hands into fists, his outrage toward the raccoon reaching a whole new level.

"Impersonatin' an official of the law?" Deputy Beaks repeated in confusion. "That doesn't sound like one of Cooper's usual crimes."

"Forget his usual," Warden Jones retorted at the owl. "Impersonatin' a lawman; mockin' the badge is 'bout the worst crime I've ever heard!"

Sheriff Fox cleared his throat. "How'd ya even find out 'bout his true identity, warden?"

"I didn't, the bastard fessed up," Warden Jones rolled her eyes and folded her arms. "Like a fuckin' idiot, he told me - and quite a few other people - the truth about him. I had the feelin' he was hidin' somethin', but I never thought it was this bad."

"What was his excuse?"

"Lookin' fer a place ta spend his vacation." Warden Jones answered.

"So, he wants a vacation, does he?" Sheriff Fox gritted his teeth. "Oh, I'll give him a vacation alright. I'll give him the best goddamn cell in my jailhouse, with complimentary 'room service' and activities like 'hangman'!"

Warden Jones eyed the vulpine in front of her. Never in her life had she met someone with the same violence towards outlaws and hard dedication to the law. In all honesty, the vixen would be lying if she didn't find this vulpine more attractive.

"I like your style, Johnathan," Warden Jones grinned. "Perhaps we can help each other after all. I'll lead ya and your men ta Hindus Valley, but on one condition."

"And what would that be?"

Warden Jones approached the tod and leand up to where her mouth was right next to his ear and whispered, "I get ta pull the lever once the noose is tied around his neck."

Sheriff Fox's eyes widened as the vixen pulled away. He stared at her before grinning. "I think I like your style, Sarah."

Warden Jones's grin never left her face, even when the sheriff took her hand and placed a kiss on it.

Deputy Beaks, meanwhile, could not help but wonder to himself, "Why's it feel like there's more ta this then what she's tellin' us?"

Both Tennessee and Percy approached the Evans mansion just as the sun was beginning to set. Just as they were crossing the bridge, Percy stopped, causing Tennessee to stop and turn back at his friend. He frowned, noticing the startled look on the jackrabbit's face.

"What is it?"

"Ya smell that?"

"What?" Tennessee lifted his nose in the air and took a whiff, soon realizing what the jackrabbit was talking about.

Fire.

Quickly, Tennessee and Percy raced towards the source of the fire - the backyard - where they made a horrifying discovery. Standing over a fire was Mayor Evans holding a book, frantically tearing out pages and throwing them into the inferno.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, EVANS!"

The mayor flinched and turned to look at the younger mammals. He had sweat pouring from his face and under his armpits. He looked horrified - and for good reason.

"What…is...that?!" Percy pointed lividly at the journal in his hand.

"B-Boys! Howdy! This is, er…" he then looked at his hand, as if he just noticed what he was holding and quickly hid it behind his back. "This ain't what it looks like, I swear!"

"Really now?" Tennessee narrowed his eyes. "Cause it looks ta me like yer tryin' ta destroy somethin' ya don't want nobody ta see." he then snatched the book away and took a gander through some of the pages. "Percy was right!" he yelled before turning back towards the mayor. "You were hidn' somethin'! Ya told me there wasn't anything 'bout Weasen and his family in this town's history!"

"B-boys, you don't understand!"

"Understand what?!" Percy raged. "That ya knew the whole time that this valley was founded on a load of stinkin' horseshit and ya wanted nobody ta ever find out?!"

"I was tellin' the truth when I said I didn't know about Weasen's family, I swear!" Mayor Evans pleaded, getting onto his knees and clapped his hands together. "I swear, I didn't know! But when I found out that there was indeed a Kennith Wilson, I...I...I couldn't bare ta let word get out! I thought I'd be keepin' this valley safe if they were ta continue thinkin' Weasen's crazy, and not just ta avenge his family!"

"Weasen is crazy, no matter what!" Tennessee lectured. "The point is, Mayor, that you found out that this town's dark history is true and refused ta say anything 'bout it! People's lives are at stake here, and ya don't wanna come out and confess that yer ancestors are responsible fer that maniac's sick game?!"

"What would yer own daughter think if she caught ya instead of us?" Percy continued.

"What about me?"

The trio turned to see Jessica and Stacy coming down the hill behind the mansion to see the mayor down on the ground as if he were begging for mercy, Tennessee looking devastated, and Percy frowning at them.

"Were yer ears burnin'?" Percy half-joked.

"Speakin' of…" Tennessee looked back at the mayor. "Wanna tell yer daughter what you've been up to, or should I?"

"...Tell me what?" Jessica looked concerned, slowly approaching them with Stacy placing a hand on her shoulder. "Daddy, what's goin' on? You're startin' ta scare me!"

"I...I…" Mayor Evans gulped. He glanced at Percy and Tennessee, who only looked at him sternly.

"I...I don't think Percy's accusations were as unfounded as I first thought."

Jessica eyed her father; she looked bewildered. "What do you mean?"

"Yes, Mayor, what do ya mean?" Percy sneered.

Mayor Evans' eyes darted over toward the glaring jackrabbit before he closed his eyes. A heavy sigh escaped his mouth before reopening them and looked up at his daughter. He could see the hurt in her eyes as she stood there silently, clutching the sides of her purple dress. There was no hiding it. It was about time Mayor yor William Evans came clean to the one family he had left. He then

"Well...remember when I said I couldn't find anything about the Wilson family in the town's archives?"

Jessica looked taken back by the question. "Yes…?" she then furrowed her eyebrows. "Daddy, what's this about?"

"Here it comes…" Mayor Evans thought.

The older raccoon sighed and stood up, brushing off his pants before looking back at his daughter. "I...I lied. I did find something. While going through the archives, I came across the first records of this town's history. It dated back to when Weasen's ancestors originally claimed this land. You remember your Grandfather Thomas Evans, don't you, sweetie?"

"Yes, what about him?"

Mayor Evans gulped before continuing, "Well, I did find him in the text, and an account about how he...murdered half of Weasen's family and ran them out of town. Jessica, sweetie, Weasen's actually…"

"No…" Jessica whispered quietly. "Don't say it."

"...Hindus Valley's true origins lie within the Wilson family tree."

"And?" Percy leaned in, urging the mayor confess to everything.

"And…" Mayor Evans held out the book he was attempting to destroy. "I was trying to get rid of the evidence. Believe me, sugar plum, I-"

"Don't ya dare "sugar plum" me!" Jessica hissed. Stacy's hand flew off her shoulder as her whole body flinched. "Ya mean to tell me you've known about this little secret in our family this whole time and didn't try ta-"

"No I didn't!" Mayor Evans insisted. "Jessica, I swear on my life I had no idea that Weasen's ancestors were the true founders of our home or that the Blood Diamond was created by Thomas Evans soakin' it in Kenneth Wilson's blood!"

"I'm sorry, what?!" Stacy's eyes bulged, her mouth dropping as her face twisted in disgust.

Ignoring the other female, Jessica approached her father and glared at him. "I can't believe you! The father I knew wouldn't try ta burn any evidence that could be crutial to a very serious case! Why would you even do such a thing?!"

"What was I supposed to do?!" Mayor Evans shouted in protest. "Just go up and announce ta everyone that everything we believed about our home was built on a mountain of lies?!"

"YES!" Everyone bellowed.

"If it's valuable to this case and could help us, then hell yeah it does!" Tennessee lectured.

"But what would happen then?! You think the people of this valley would put their trust in someone they just discovered is part of a family with a horrible secret like this?! The people need ta believe in someone who can make them feel safe, and how am I supposed ta do that if I tell them their home was built on lies and murder?!"

"Oh, I don't know, how about being honest?!" Percy suggested before gesturing to Tennessee. "Didn't this son of a bitch's confession the other night make any impression on you?! If he's willin' ta come clean about who he really is ta us, what's keepin' you from doin' the same?!

"Percy's right," Tennessee nodded. "Honesty is key. Look Mayor, we're not happy with what you've done. If I were Weasen, I'd be pissed too, but c'mon…" he then placed a hand on the older raccoon's shoulder. "All this carnage happened in the past. You clearly had no idea about any of this - and that's your ancestors' fault. But it ain't too late. Come clean to yer people 'bout all this. Be the leader that they need ya ta be. Show them that there is nothin' ta hide and that you will stand yer ground when it comes to Weasen."

"And if ya can't do it for these find people, then do it for me!" Jessica exclaimed. "Please, Daddy. I don't wanna live a lie. Knowing the truth...now I feel even more scared, always havin' ta look behind me, not knowing when or where Weasen will strike! It's bad enough he kidnapped me and threatened us; now I know why! All of this happened because our ancestors were a bunch of crooks and liars! Don't be like them! End this god-forsaken lie!"

Looking up at his only child, Mayor Evans' face was filled with anguish and inner conflict. "But...but what happens once I come clean? Who's ta say the townsfolk won't just label me as big a monster as Weasen and have me chased outta town? Who's gonna be strong for them and tell 'em they'll be safe if they don't have someone ta look up to?"

"Honestly, we can't know fer sure what they're all gonna think of ya," Tennessee made his way over to Jessica's side and looked at the mayor, a reassuring smile forms on his face. "But at least you'll feel good knowing that you came clean about these discoveries."

Jessica turned her head and looked up at him. "Does this mean you'll be coming clean too?"

Tennessee's mouth twitched and looked down at the female nervously. "Weeeellll...to be fair, my identity is a tad bit more...well, um…"

"Worse than this?" Percy asked in a deadpan voice. "Tennessee, you ain't the one here whose family's got some dark secret that'll probably destroy yer good name in this valley. Don't think everyone will find yer lifestyle before comin' here worse than the lie the Evans family's built itself upon."

"But I thought this town hated and feared outlaws," Tennessee retorted. "Back where I'm from, I'm higher on the sheriff's list than any other crook."

"But you ain't a murderer, kidnapper, rapist, adulterer, or even a pervert." Jessica assured, placing a hand on Tennessee's cheek. "Tennessee, you are you. You break the law and steal, but that's about it. None of that is important. What is important is who you are, not what some poster says. If I can forgive this side of you, then surely these people can."

"Not ta mention that aside from this secret you've been hidin', you've been nothin' short of selfless and compassionate ta us since ya first got here," Percy added. "However angry they'll be about the truth, I'll make sure ta remind 'em of all you've done fer us so far."

Stacy nodded eagerly. "Mhm! And I'll punch any of 'em in the face!" she then twirled one of her ears with a finger and blushed at Percy. "Would ya like that, Percy?"

"Honestly...I couldn't care less at this point." Percy sighed.

"Uh, excuse me?"

Everyone's attention then shifted to Rudy, who was standing nearby with an uncomfortable look on his face. "Is now a bad time fer me ta be here?"

"Partly," Percy answered his little brother, though he thanked the lord above for this distraction. "What is it, Rudy?"

"We, uh…" Rudy paused, glancing back and forth nervously. "We got a little situation in town square."

"What kind of situation?" Mayor Evans frowned, making way towards the child's location.

"Some lawmen from out of the valley just rode in and started demandin' ta see Tennessee," Rudy explained. "Said they're here from Cottonmouth Bluff and their leader, this fox fella...well, he said he wasn't gonna explain himself until he sees Tennessee."

Hearing this, everyone turned and looked at Tennessee, seeing pure horror displayed in front of them. The male raccoon's body went stiff and looked like all life was drained from his body. He looked like he could faint at the slightest touch.

Tennessee felt like he couldn't move or speak. He stood there, emotionless for some time until the feeling of Jessica's hand landed on his shoulder. Tennessee blinked and looked down at his female companion and the rest of the group.

"Alright," a heavy sigh escaped his mouth before making his way up the hill and past Rudy. Everyone began to follow closely. "Let's get this over with."

Upon entering town square, Tennessee and the others could see exactly what Rudy was talking about. Citizens were huddled together and off the street in concern of the group of strangers who had gathered around the statue in the middle of the square, accompanied by their horses and a large horse-drawn prison wagon. And among these strangers were a certain vulpine and owl Tennessee recognized all too well, the former immediately setting his gaze upon the tense raccoon.

"And there he is now!"

Tennessee froze in his spot as the familiar voice was heard. Everyone in the town square all turned to see him with his small group. Sheriff Fox sneered at the sight of the very raccoon who he searched for these past few months and made his way over towards him.

Tennessee gulped, feeling small when the vulpine finally approached him.

"H-Howdy…"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, RINGTAIL!" the vulpine barked, backhanding him across the face, causing him to lose his balance. Everyone gasped in shock by the sudden, and quite possibly violent action.. "Tennessee Kid Cooper...you've been causing me so much trouble these past few months!"

Jessica quickly knelt to help Tennessee back up. She hugged his arm, staring at the vulpine in horror. She never thought that someone could be this furious, and it scared her to know what he was going to do to Tennessee.

"Um, excuse me?" Percy asked with a frown. "Who are you supposed to be?"

"That is an excellent question, son." The short owl in the group made his way next to Sheriff Fox and tipped his hat politely, yet noticeably shaken by his partner's mood.

"My name is Deputy Howard Beaks of Hindus Valley, and this...passionate gentleman here," he gestured towards Sheriff Fox, "is my dedicated partner, Sheriff Jonathan Fox! We've been houndin' this here outlaw fer months, and just our luck...we've found him!"

"H-How…?" Tennessee asked, his fear being replaced with confusion. "How'd ya find me?"

"We had some help." informed Sheriff Fox

"By who?" Percy asked.

"Hello boys," Warden Jones stepped into view, a grin formed on her face as she made a beeline towards them, joining Sheriff Fox by his side. "Long time, no see."

Tennessee and the others looked shocked - betrayed even - when their once considered friend came into view. Was Tennessee's arrest all because of her? It seemed to look that way, and right now, all that came into their minds were curses being thrown at her.

"Warden?" Percy murmured in disbelief before glancing between the two vulpines. An exasperated groan and buried his forehead into his hand.

"Please don't tell me yer here ta do what I think y'all came here ta do…"

"That depends if ya think we came here ta make sure this lyin' asshat's put where he belongs," Warden Jones answered. "Because that's exactly what we're gonna do, Wilcox."

"But...why?" Rudy asked in disbelief.

Warden Jones looked down at him. "Is that a serious question, kid? I'm the warden of Iron Rock. I have an outlaw, I bring them in. What part of that is hard ta understand?"

"Outlaw? Rudy, what are they talking about?" Becca called out to him, looking confused as the rest of the townsfolk. Deputy Beaks looked taken aback by this.

"You...you all really don't know?" He asked in disbelief.

Sheriff Fox glared at Tennessee. "So, ya had the balls to come clean to the warden of Iron Rock, but not the whole fuckin' town?"

"What is he talking about?!" Chester demanded.

"Oh...oh Jesus, this just got awkward," Deputy Beaks muttered as he looked around at the surrounding crowd and rubbed the back of his head in discomfort.

"Look...folks, I don't really know how ta break this ta y'all gently, but-"

"Then don't," Sheriff Fox snapped, silencing his deputy into nervous silence. "I'll just break it ta them the hard, painful way."

He then turned to address the surrounding crowd. "People of Hindus Valley...I'm here on official business in regards to the badge. For the past few months, I've been tryin' ta track down and capture a certain outlaw whose been harder ta catch than an eel dipped in butter, and thanks to Warden Jones here…" he tipped his hat towards her before being handed a rolled up piece of paper. "I've finally found him. The truth, Hindus Valley, is the man you see before you all tonight ain't a lawman, but a most-wanted outlaw! People of Hindus Valley, I give you...the real Tennessee Kid Cooper!"

The crowd gasped as he unrolled the paper and held it up high, displaying Tennessee's WANTED poster for all eyes to see.

"And now…" he nodded at his men, who approached Tennessee, cuffing him while shoving his friends out of the way. "I, Sheriff Johnathan Fox, shall take Tennessee Kid Cooper back to where he belongs, and in three days, he shall hang by the neck…" he turned and glares at Tennessee. "Until dead!"

"NO!" Jessica tried to break free from the sheriff's restraining grips to get to her lover. "NO!"

"QUIET!" barked Warden Jones. "Enough is enough, Jessica! This is the law; the law is right! I'm sorry, but this has to be done! I was given no choice!"

"Unbelievable."

Warden Jones turned to look at Percy, who was wearing the most callous, hate-filled glare she had ever seen on the rabbit directed at her.

"So just like that, yer just gonna cart away our ace in the hole ta be executed despite knowin' what kinda trouble this valley's in right now. Way ta set yer priorities, Jones."

"Don't ya dare use that tone with me, Wilcox!" threatened the vixen. "Tennessee's an outlaw! He's a man who deserves this! He ain't any different than any other crook known to man!"

"There's a major difference," Mayor Evans spoke up. "He's got heart, and has been nothin' if not helpful."

"Heart…" Warden Jones repeated. "He won't be needin' that very long where he's goin'."

"Trouble?" Deputy Beaks looked confused at what Percy had just said. "What are ya talkin' about, kid?"

"That ain't important right now," Sheriff Fox stated curtly as he faced Tennessee. "What's important right now is us gettin' this bastard back ta Cottonmouth Bluff and into a cell as soon as we can. But first…"

He clenched his fist, reeled his arm back, and swung with all his might at Tennessee's face, knocking him to the ground and into unconsciousness.

"God, that felt good," Sheriff Fox said to himself as he shook his wrist. "Alright, men, load 'em up!" he turned around as soon as his men began carrying Tennessee over towards their wagon. "Warden, ya comin'?"

Percy scowled at her. "Yer goin' too?!"

"Don't worry…" she said in a low voice. "I'll be back; I still haven't forgotten about Weasen. See ya in three days, Wilcox. And Jessica…" she looked over at the female, whose face was wet with angry tears. "I'll send a piece of him to ya."

"Is that supposed ta make me thank ya?" Jessica whimpered.

"You're better off without him," Warden Jones approached her. "Besides, there are plenty of young men in this valley."

Jessica's fist clenched. "But none of 'em are him."

"Oh, please...he's no different than Weasen and those Riders."

SMACK!

Everyone went into shock at what they just witnessed. Warden Jones didn't move a muscle as the red hand mark delivered by Jessica displayed itself on her cheek. Jessica looked more livid than she ever had been, and her tear-stained face only made it worse.

"Damn you…" she whispered angrily. "Goddamn ya to Hell, Warden!" before turning around and ran towards her family's mansion.

"Jessica!" Mayor Evans yelled after her, following behind.

Percy turned to say something at the vixen, only to see her already taking off with Sheriff Fox and his posse. Deputy Beaks however didn't seem as cheerful as the rest of them as he turned to look at Percy. He looked as though he wanted to say something, but simply shrugged apologetically as he climbed onto his own horse to leave.

"YOU IDIOTS!" Rudy screamed furiously at the posse, "YOU DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YER DOIN'! YER PUTTIN' US ALL IN DANGER BY TAKIN' TENNESSEE AWAY! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YER LEAVIN' US ALL TO BY TAKIN' HIM AWAY!"

"Rudy…" Stacy gently placed a hand on the kid's shoulder. "That's enough. There's nothin' we can do now."

Rudy watched as the posse began to leave Hindus Valley with Tennessee locked up in their wagon. Tears began to stream down his face as he turned and hugged Stacy, crying into her chest. She sighed as she lifted the young boy up, looking at Percy with a worried expression.

"Percy…"

"Not now, Stacy…" Percy sighed. "Let's just...help me take Rudy home, will ya?"

"O-Of course…"

Pretty soon, the crowd began to leave the square, not at all pleased with what they had witnessed. They did not know which was worse: their town now free for Weasen and the Rancid Riders to do as they pleased, or the fact that the very raccoon who they trusted turned out to be on their side of the law. All they knew was one thing, and that was this was only the beginning of the end of their lives.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a certain gold-toothed, squat individual had been watching the entire scene play out from behind a barrel with a surprising amount of discomfort.

"Well...that was painful to watch...I'd best go tell the boss it's time to begin…"

Jessica didn't give her father the chance to catch up with her, even when they returned home. The female raccoon had locked herself in her bedroom, crying into her pillows. The love of her life was going to be dead in three days, and it was all because of Warden Jones. Jessice sat up from her position on the bed and hugged one of her pillows close to her chest. She began to imagine a life with Tenenssee, without all this madness. She imagined them traveling across the West together, getting married, having children. But unfortunately, that future was cruelly ripped from them by not by those who broke the law, but those who enforced it.

Just as Jessica's tears threatened to return, the sound of a door creaking caught her attention. A small gasp escaped her lips as she looked up and turned towards her closet, to see it opening slightly. Her body froze in place as chills ran up her spine. If there was one thing Jessica was certain, it was that someone was in her room.

With a nervous gulp, Jessica got off her bed and slowly approached the closet, her heart racing with each step she took. It almost felt like she was going to faint. Finally, Jessica approached the closet door, and with a shaking hand, she grasped the door handle, and swung the door open.

Nothing was in there but her many dresses and shoes.

A heavy sigh of relief escaped Jessica's mouth as she chuckled nervously. Still, she felt strange about all this. When she closed the closet door, she placed her hand on the white wood. Another sigh escaped her mouth.

"How unbearably tragic."

Jessica could feel her blood freeze in her veins as that horrifyingly familiar and wholly unwelcome voice met her ears. Just as Jessica turned around, a large hand wrapped itself around her throat. She stared up as she came face-to-face with Blood-Red Ted, whose lips curved into a twisted and horrifying grin. Drool dripped down from his mouth as he eyed her like his catch of the day, hitting the floorboards like raindrops.

"It always makes me sad ta look at a pretty lady with a freshly-broken heart." He remarked in false pity. "But don't worry, little lady. We're gonna have some fun...very...very...soon."

Jessica screamed, which was soon muffled by the coyote's other hand.

XXXXXXXXXX

Mayor Evans finally made it home, his breath failing to keep up with him. He turned to see Laura dusting the handrails on the staircase, who caught him coming in before he noticed her.

"Master Evans, is everything alright?"

"Where's Jessica?" he asked out of breath.

Laura sighed, "Poor dear came barging in crying. She's up in her room. Shall I fetch her for you?"

"No need," Mayor Evans insisted, climbing up the stairs. "However, some tea would be nice. Care to fix some for us, Laura?"

"Of course, Sir," Laura nodded, making her way downstairs. "I'll have it sent up the moment it's done."

Nodding in gratitude, Mayor Evans continued his ascent up the staircase until he reached the second floor and made a beeline towards his daughter's bedroom.

"Jessica?" He called through the door in concern as he knocked. "Jessica, can we talk?"

No response.

Mayor Evans knocked again. "Please, Sugar Plum, I really am sorry about all this. I really would like to talk to you."

When he was met once again with silence, Mayor Evans turned the knob and opened the door to enter...only to freeze in terror at the sight that greeted him inside his only child's bedroom.

"Evenin', Mister Mayor." Blood-Red Ted stood there, his hand clenched around Jessica's throat as she struggled to breathe. The sickening grin never left the coyote's face as he looked down at the male raccoon.

"I hate ta be so rude as ta let myself inta yer home without an invitation," He chuckled in sarcastic regret. "And might I say, yer daughter...looks just like her mother."

Mayor Evans's blood ran cold, and before he knew it, the coyote began making his way towards him. The male raccoon began to run down the stairs and into the kitchen, only to find Laura face down on the floor, blood and hot water flowing from her head as steam rose from her burnt face. A cold chuckle came into hearing range as Mayor Evans turned to see Blood-Red Ted.

"Oh, come now, is this how ya treat yer guest?"

"I guess so, Boss…" said Iron-Horn Lou, who emerged from his hiding spot in the kitchen. "Even the help wasn't so pleasant ta see me. Had ta teach 'em a lesson."

"B-Billsworthy?"

"Snapped his neck like a twig," leered Lou. "Kinda disappointin' though...woulda liked ta do a lot more with the maid in private."

"Shut up, Lou," sneered Ted. "There's better women in this valley than some maid ta have yer way with later. We've got what we came here for. C'mon, Mister Mayor...you and yer daughter are goin' on a trip with us. But we better hurry, because I've got a feeling Enrique and Vince are almost done with the others."

"O-Others?"

"Don't worry…" grinned Ted. "You'll find out soon enough."

The walk back to the Wilcox farm was silent, and above all, awkward. Stacy was able to calm Rudy down and lull him to sleep, which was a good thing. Unfortunately, Percy wasn't too happy as he carried his brother home on his back, no matter what Stacy did. She could tell he was angry, and as long as she lived, Stacy vowed to help her beloved see a happier side.

"Lousy, good fer nothin' foxes," he grumbled and kicked a pebble in his path. "Think they know what's best when they've just screwed over this entire valley by takin' away our ace in the hole."

"Well...maybe we're not entirely helpless now that Tennessee's gone," Stacy tried to comfort her love. "You managed ta kill one of them Rancid Riders, so you've got a chance at facin' them down, Percykins. Not ta mention that Strongtusk fella ya brought back home with ya."

Percy stopped walking and looked at his female companion. "Stacy, I appreciate the positivity, but frankly...we're fucked without Tennessee."

"Language!" Stacy warned, making sure Rudy was still asleep.

"He's heard worse, believe me." Percy deadpanned.

Stacy hummed in response and proceeded to walk alongside Percy. "Well...maybe we're not entirely in trouble. Yer a skilled craftsman, Percy. You can fix somethin' up, I know ya can!"

Percy snorted at this. "What, ya expect me ta boobytrap the entire town?"

"That's not a bad idea, really."

"...Ya really need ta learn sarcasm."

"Aww, but it's the truth, Percy! I'm bein' honest!" Stacy pouted.

"How the hell am I gonna boobytrap this whole damn town when Weasen and the Riders could show up at any moment once they learn Tennessee's been hauled off to jail and hung?"

"I'm sure you'll think of somethin', my love," Stacy smiled comfortingly as they entered the grounds of the Wilcox farm. "Ever since yer and Rudy's parents were killed, you've been workin' hard ta make sure nobody'll have ta go through the same grief you went through thanks ta the Rancid Riders...it's just one of the things that I love about ya."

Percy stopped them in their tracks as they reached the porch of the Wilcox's house. He turned and gave Stacy an astonished look.

"Ya know what, Stacy? Yer actually a nice person ta talk to...when you ain't squeezin' me ta death."

Whether it was from the joke or the compliment directed to her, Stacy blushed red and giggled happily at the kind words of her lover.

"Would ya believe me if I told ya I practice on my pillow?"

"...You squeeze yer pillow ta high heaven...ta practice huggin' me?"

Stacy nodded timidly. "Yeah...ever since ya made it clear ya hated me 'invadin' yer space'..."

Percy frowned at this and rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Did I really say that? Gosh, Stacy, I'm...I'm sorry. Have I really been hurtin' yer feelings all these years?"

Stacy looked down, unable to find an answer that wouldn't make her crush feel worse than he already felt.

"...Goddammit, I'm such an idiot," Percy sighed sadly. "I'm sorry if I've been makin' ya feel that way, Stacy. I...I've just felt so focused on keepin' my home and family safe that I didn't think I'd be hurtin' ya...I'm sorry."

"Percy…" Stacy finally looked up. "Have ya ever...hated me? Because that's how you always acted."

Percy looked agahst. "Hated ya? That's...that's a little of an exaggeration."

"Okay, then let me ask ya again. Percy Wilcox, have ya ever felt uncomfortable with me?"

"Well...not with you per say, just...just the way yer so forward with how ya feel with me," he admitted in shame. "Yer so willing ta let the world know how much ya feel about me, and I'm...I'm just too shy ta come out and do that."

Stacy blinked at Percy's response and took in all the words he had spoken to heart. Had she really made Percy feel crushed? While there were times it was obvious to her, there were also times when situations went over her head.

"Oh…" she responded meekly. "I see. So...lemme ask ya somethin' else." Stacy felt tears beginning to swim down her cheek. "Who am I to you? What do ya really think of me?"

Percy gulped. "Yer...yer...yer a girl with a heart of gold and more full of life than a newborn baby. A girl that I can't stand the thought of bein' hurt or worse just like my parents and Sheriff Henderson were. I just...I can't stand the thought of losin' someone I...someone I love anymore ta those bastards."

Stacy's eyes widened and her ears stood erect. "Percy…" she finally looked up at him, astonished. "You...You used the L-word…"

Percy looked shocked at himself as he repeated, "The...the L-word?"

"Y-Yes...ya did. Ya did use it…" Stacy could feel the blush creeping back on her face. "Percy Wilcox, did ya just say you...you love me?"

The male jackrabbit said nothing for five seconds...then he stepped forward and embraced Stacy in the warmest hug she had ever felt, probably because there was also a sleeping child between them. But above all else, this moment was perfect.

"Stacy…"

"Just say it, Percy Wilcox." Stacy smiled, feeling her heartbeat increase.

"...why say it when I can show it with a K-word?"

"What are ya-"

Stacy was unable to finish her sentence once Percy pressed his lips against hers. Her mind went blank as her eyes went wide and her ears stood erect, but then her body began to feel like it was melting like butter as a lovesick smile graced her lips and her foot popped up.

By the time Percy retreated, he could practically see the sparkles in her eyes as she smiled almost drunkenley.

"I think I like the K-word…" she whispered blissfully.

"Me too…" Percy admitted shyly.

"Good lord, will you two get a room?" the duo looked down at Stacy's arms to see a groggy Rudy. "I'm too tired fer this…"

Percy chuckled and took his little brother into his arms. "Sorry, Rudy. We're home now, so you can sleep fer as long as ya want." he turned to Stacy, a blush on his face. "Would ya...um...like ta stay fer the night?"

Stacy's eyes widened as she blushed, making it obvious to Percy exactly what she was thinking.

"N-Not like that!" he quickly assured.

"Oh...well…" Stacy began with a timid smile and blush. "I...I suppose it wouldn't hurt…"

Chuckling nervously, Percy had Stacy follow him up the porch's stairs, and with one hand, grabbed onto the knob to open the door, but came to the discovery that the door was already open. He stopped, his eyes narrowed. Their Grandpa Jack may have been looney, but he always locked the door. Something wasn't right.

"Hold him," Percy instructed, handing Rudy back to Stacy.

"Percy?" she asked, confused as she took Rudy back into her arms. "What's wrong?"

"Just stay here and be quiet. I'll be right back."

With his crossbow locked and loaded, Percy entered the farmhouse with narrowed eyes and raised ears in preparation of what awaited him inside his home…

But nothing could have prepared him for the traumatic sight that lay before him, making him freeze in heart-stopping horror at the sight of his beloved grandfather lying dead on the floorboards with a bullethole in his throat in a puddle of his own blood.

"O-Oh God…!" Percy whispered, covering his mouth in the process.

"Don't feel too bad, chico. He was old and lived long enough."

Percy quickly spun around and fired his crossbow, missing his target as it rapidly crawled on the walls, disappearing into the shadows.

"Enrique…" Percy angrily whispered, now moving through the house cautiously. "You furry, eight-legged fuck…"

"Such language…" a voice lectured, making Percy nearly jump as he constantly looked around him, trying to pinpoint the arachnid's hiding spot. "Do you kiss your mama with that mouth? Oh, wait…"

Percy grit his teeth in fury as the tarantula's mocking words stung his heart.

"I almost forgot...Jefe killed her and your papa and ate them like chorizos years ago. So there's nobody left for you to kiss."

"You're wrong about that…" Percy mumbled to himself.

"Am I?" came the voice again. "Then perhaps I should change that. What's the senorita's name, again? Lilly? Anna? Beth? Tiffany? No...Stacy."

"You leave her and my little brother the hell out of this, spider!" Percy hissed lividly. He was only met with cruel, mocking chuckling echoing throughout his house.

"Lo siento, little conejito," Enrique's voice answered. "But after what you, that fucking bow-bender cerdo, and that bruja vixen did to Ray and Bill...I believe in an eye for an eye."

Percy's fists clenched. "You'll lose an eye if you dare touch them!"

Another chuckle filled the air. "You'll have to find me first, amigo. Spiders love the dark…"

Percy made his way into the dining room, observing his surroundings for any signs of the tarantula.

"Cold, little bunny…" said the voice.

Percy then made his way towards the stairs to the cellar.

"Warm…"

Taking a deep breath, Percy proceeded to walk down the stairs, which creaked with each step he took.

"Warmer…"

Percy eventually made it to the cellar, looking around, but no sign of the tarantula.

"Hot…" came a whisper near Percy's ear.

Percy gasped as he quickly spun around, only to be whacked with one of the spider's legs and thrown across the room. Percy quickly aimed his crossbow to fire, only to miss again and hit a lantern instead. The spider's dark chuckle filled the room, mocking the jackrabbit. Percy then felt his leg getting struck by some sticky substance, followed by him being dragged and tossed around the room like a doll. Enrique's dark laughter filled the cellar as Percy yelped in pain with each hit he took. Finally, he was thrown against a wall and slid down to the floor, lying helplessly on his side as Enrique skittered up to him with a menacing grin.

"Suerte para ti, chico," the tarantula hissed, "Señor Weasen ordered us to bring you and your hermanito to him to have a little chat."

Percy struggled as his grip on his crossbow tightened. "Yeah? Well, there's just one problem…" Percy then rolled over before firing one of his darts, hitting Enrique in one of his legs.

The tarantula yelped in both pain and surprise. Percy quickly took advantage of his enemy's distraction and leapt on top of the large spider, giving him a few good punches to the face.

"Tell yer boss that if he wants ta talk ta me, he'll have ta do it man ta man!" He shouted before being thrown to the ground by the irate arachnid.

"Sorry chico, orders are orders! And if you know what's good for you, you'd better start thinking less about this fight and more about what your hermano and novia are doing…"

"What do ya mean?!" Percy growled.

A chuckle escaped the tarantula's mouth before replying, "What, you really think I'd come here alone? We Rancid Riders always stick together and follow orders as they are given."

Percy's eyes widened and quickly looked back up the stairs, fear filling him. With a growl, Percy gave the tarantula one more punch into the face before leaping up on his feet and dashing up the stairs and onto the front porch.

"Stacy! Rudy!"

Percy came to a halt when he saw Quickshot Vince holding both Stacy and Rudy at gunpoint, a malicious grin adorning the gila monster's face when he caught sight of the frantic jackrabbit. Seeing the two most important people in his life with a gun aimed at them made Percy's blood boil with everlasting rage.

"Let 'em go!"

"Or what? Yer gonna shoot me with those little twigs? Boy, do ya know who yer dealin' with?"

"Of course he doesn't, mi amigo…" a familiar voice answered from behind Percy. The jackrabbit turned around before Enrique whacked him with his arm, sending him flying onto the yard. "He's just some sad little dairy farmer too grande for his calzones!"

"Yeah, a sad little dairy farmer who helped kill Rattlin' Ray!"

Hearing this, Quickshot Vince frowned and pushed the gun closer to Stacy's head, making her squeak as she held a shaking Rudy closer to her.

"Boy, I wouldn't be goin' around and braggin' 'bout that, if I were you…"

"Why not?! You bastards are always braggin' 'bout how many murders you've committed over the years! Guess it don't feel too good bein' on the other end of the stick, doesn't it?!"

"Yer not helpin', Percy!" Rudy cried, burying his face into Stacy's chest.

Enrique grinned as he made his way towards Percy, watching as he got up to dust himself off.

"See? Listen to your familia! The little one is smart!" Percy merely growled at the tarantula's taunting remark, shooting daggers at him with clenched fists.

"Couldn't agree more! Kid looks like he's got some real brains," Vince cackled as he aimed his gun at the boy's temple. "What say we see if they'll still help him after some of 'em get spilled out on the dirt?!"

"NO!" Percy screamed in desperation. The two smug Rancid Riders looked on expectantly towards the elder Jackrabbit. Percy sighed in resignation, "I surrender…"

Stacy and Rudy's eyes shot open. "Percy…" Stacy whispered.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Enrique asked.

"I said I surrender, okay?!"

"Louder…" mocked Vince. "Kinda hard ta hear over here with two cryin' bunnies."

"I SAID I SURRENDER!" Screamed Percy in frustration. "Is that what ya wanted ta hear?!"

Enrique nodded with a grin of satisfaction. "Si. Now then…" he wrapped Percy up in a web before placing him on his back. "Let's go see the jefe. Vamanos!"

The town square was barely visible with all the fire and smoke. A large crowd was gathered near the mayor's statue. Mayor Evans and Jessica flinched when Percy and Rudy were slammed in front of them. Once Stacy was left go she quickly rushed over to her lover's side.

"Percy!"

BANG!

Stacy screamed as she quickly scattered back into the crowd. Blood-Red Ted grinned at her fear as he took his place in front of Mayor Evans and his daughter. His eyes soon loomed onto a cocooned Percy and Rudy.

"Howdy, little bunnies...Miss me?"

Rudy didn't give the coyote a response. He just stared up at him in silent terror, making their parents' killer let out a sadistic laugh.

"He remembers! I'm so glad…I was startin' ta think ya forgot the fella who ate his parents. "

Mayor Evans and Jessica then flinched when a figure appeared in front of them in a puff of red smoke. The smug look on Weasen's face said it all as he observed the shocked faces of his newly captives. He leaned forward, balancing himself with his cane as he looked back and forth between the two raccoons. Jessica clenched her father's arm, her body shaking.

"Weasen…" She hissed coldly.

"In the flesh!" the weasel grinned. "I'm so glad to be back here in the valley! Especially now that a certain meddlesome ringtail is out of the fray and won't interrupt my performance!"

"How do you know about-"

"Please, dear boy," Weasen scolded Percy, "I thought you were smarter than that. The esteemed Sheriff Fox had to know about your friend's whereabouts somehow. How else could he have known about Cooper's presence in this valley?"

Jessica's eyes widened as she stared at Weasen. "It was you…".

"Ta-da!" Weasen mocked. "And that wasn't even my final act! Tell me, Miss Evans, how would you like another role to play in my show?"

"Go ta Hell!" she spat, followed by another spit to the weasel's face.

Weasen - unphased yet again - proceeded to wipe off the saliva from his face. "You truly are unladylike, Miss Evans. We ought to stop meeting like this."

"Hard to blame her though, sir."

Weasen glanced at the approaching Gold-Tooth Tom, looking at the lady raccoon and her fellow captives not with mockery like his boss but with genuine sympathy.

"The poor girl did find out the love of her life wasn't the man he claimed to be to her and the rest of the people in this valley. Not to mention he's been carted off home to be executed while she can do nothing about it."

"There ya go again, feelin' sorry fer 'em like ya did fer the old sheriff," Ted glowered at the armadillo. "Don't tell me yer startin' ta grow soft now, Gold Tooth."

"No no! No, I simply..." Tom insisted fearfully. "I'm merely saying she's deserving of some sympathy after what's happened to her today, not after you sent me to make sure Cooper was taken away by the authorities as you-I mean we hoped he would be."

"Ya didn't like seein' that ringtailed rat get carted off fer a noose fittin'?"

"It was...harsh to watch the hope be ripped from everyone's souls when the truth about him was revealed. Always a pity when someone the community looks up to turns out to be a colossal fraud."

"Quite right, Thomas," Weasen then turned back to face Jessica, placing his finger underneath her chin to make her look up at him. "I'm sure it won't be long now until you meet the same fate, my dear. For you see, our families have quite the history..."

"Keep your hands off her!"

Weasen turned to face Mayor Evans. "Oh, I haven't forgotten about you, Mister Mayor. I'll deal with you later."

Mayor Evans gulped, his nerves destroying him. "W-What are you going to do?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets," responded Weasen. "Just know that your town is in ruins, your only hope has been carted off, and that I have won. Like I said to your daughter: this ain't no fairy tale."

Weasen then looked around him, satisfied with what he had accomplished. He then turned to his buffalo flashlight guards, along with his rat and horned lizard guards, and swung his cane around in the air, as if he were a school teacher giving a lesson.

"Lock them all inside the buildings! Patrol the streets and make sure no one gets out until I give the order!" Weasen then turned to Ted's remaining Rancid Riders. "The rest of you, please be so kind as to lock up Mayor Evans, his daughter, and those troublesome rabbits in the town hall's archives. I have later plans for them."

The two raccoons and jackrabbits were harshly forced to stand by the Rancid Riders and were led over to Town Hall.

"Wait a second."

Everyone paused and looked at Ted, who was glaring suspiciously at his captives.

"What's the matter, boss?" Iron-Horn Lou asked.

"Looks as if we're short one...that indian piggy whose family I ate."

Weasen sighed and turned towards the coyote. "Well then, go find the swine! Find him, and lock him up with the others." he instructed before following the Rancid Riders and their hostages towards the town hall, Gold-Tooth Tom following behind.

Sending a suspicious glare towards Percy, the jackrabbit could only shrug, "Don't look at me, I haven't seen Strongtusk since last night! None of us have!"

"Fine. Guess we'll have ta track down that pork rind the old fashioned way," Blood-Red Ted growled as he brought his attention to some of Weasen's men. "Ya heard the weasel, go find 'em!"

As numerous rats and horned lizards scattered to begin their search, Jessica leaned in close to whisper in Percy's ear.

"Where the hell is that peccary?! I thought he left as Warden Jones did!"

"How the hell should I know?" Percy whispered back. "What matters is...if he's still out there, maybe he can help us."

"Help us?!" Jessica gawked, careful not to raise her voice so their captors could hear her. "No one's seen him since yesterday! How could he help us if we don't even know where he is? Maybe he doesn't know what's goin' on here."

"Quiet!" grunted Iron-Horn Lou, shoving both of them. "Don't know where that lousy porker is, but the boss will make sure he gets the same treatment as his family once he's found!"

The group continued to be herded into Town Hall, and were about to step inside until a familiar voice spoke up.

"Wait!"

Everyone turned to see Stacy, eyes wet with tears and hands clasped together in pleading towards the weasel illusionist.

"Mister Weasen…" She whimpered desperately. "Whatever ya plan ta do with my Percy...could you please at least let me be imprisoned with him and the others so I can enjoy what little time we have left together?"

Weasen looked at the whimpering female jackrabbit and strolled over towards her. "My dear girl…" he placed a gloved hand upon her cheek, wiping some tears away. "No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Yes."

"Really?!"

"No!"

"PLEEEEAAAAAASSSSSE!"

"FINE! Good lord, the most annoying female I have ever met!" he sighed in frustration and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Thomas, would you please escort this...girl...with Mister Wilcox and the others?"

Nodding fearfully, Tom reluctantly brandished his own pistol and gestured for Stacy to join the other captives. She didn't need to be told twice as she rushed over to join her lover and best friend to be herded inside the building.

Vince sent a skeptical glance towards his leader. "Ya think we oughtta be worried she might try ta break 'em all out?"

Weasen sighed as he made his way back to the group, watching as his captives are escorted inside the building. "Mister Vince...the only thing that girl could possibly break is their sanity. I require some liquor after dealing with that aggravating child. You just worry about getting them locked away and finding that Indian before he causes us any more trouble. I want everyone accounted for when I put the final stages of my plan together. No survivors, no witnesses."

"And how do ya think we should go 'bout that?"

"You're a Rancid Rider, my good man. Use your imagination. Show them why you're called a Gila Monster." Weasen instructed before entering the building, shutting the doors behind him.

"You heard him, fellas," barked Ted, "Let's get these sheep inta the archives room and start our little pig hunt!"

XXXXXXXXXX

Once they reached the archives, the group of five were immediately shoved into the room before being locked in. Mayor Evans could only sit on the floor in defeat, burying his face into his palms in shame and frustration.

"God damn it. God damn it all ta hell…"

Jessica frowned and slowly walked over towards her father, sitting down next to him and took his hands into hers. Words didn't need to be spoken whenever Jessica needed to comfort her father. They both knew what words could be said, but they didn't have any effect in this situation. Jessica then hugged her father, closing her eyes as a sigh escaped her mouth.

Stacy watched alongside Percy and Rudy. She then turned and looked at the door that they were recently tossed through.

"What do ya'll reckon they're gonna do ta us?"

"That's somethin' I don't wanna think about," Percy sighed morbidly. "However, what would be nice ta know...are any of ya gonna help me out of Enrique's webs?! I could barely walk while cocooned!"

Rudy and Stacy quickly went to work stripping all the webbing off their lover and brother.

"This ain't how I pictured doin' this…" Stacy said to herself.

"What do ya…" realization dawned onto Percy and his face turned red. "Are ya- ARE YA SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!"

Stacy giggled nervously and helped Rudy with the last layer of webs. Once Percy was finally free, he stretched his limbs, groaning in satisfaction when he felt some of his bones pop.

"Thanks fer that guys...not that it does us any good."

Percy sagged to the floor, his face a mask of despair. "We're all screwed. Weasen's got the whole valley under his thumb...Tennessee's been taken away ta be hung...We have no idea where Strongtusk is...And Warden Jones up and stabbed us all in the back! What in the livin' hell are we gonna do now?!"

Both Stacy and Rudy took their own seats by Percy, leaning on him.

"Well...we could just hope fer the best?" Rudy suggested, soon shutting up how stupid that sounded. "Sorry...guess that ain't much help, now ain't it?"

Jessica gave a sad smile and turned towards the younger jackrabbit. "That's not a terrible thought ta have, Rudy. My mama always told me stories as a little girl; stories about heroes and villains. Even in the darkest times, the good guys never lost faith. Maybe a little faith is what this town needs right now…"

"Faith?" Percy frowned bitterly. "We're gonna need a whole lot more than faith, Jessica...we need a goddamn miracle."

Jessica sighed and stood up, both hands on her hips. "Okay, Percy...what do ya suggest? Because I doubt we can use anything in here."

"Well...we could...umm…" Percy began to stumble, and Jessica began to notice this.

Humming in response, Jessica sat back down and shook her head. "That's what I thought…"

A solemn silence came over the group, the gravity of their situation pushing them down. No one spoke a word. Jessica resumed comforting her father, and Stacy and Rudy proceeded to fall asleep while leaning on Percy, who looked dead tired.

While he knew he should sleep, a feeling inside him told him not to, for who knew what could happen? Would Weasen and his cronies decide to sneak in and try to hurt them for fun? No one knew, and Percy wanted to be awake for anything. He yawned and pulled Stacy and Rudy close, listening to the hollow silence in the room. Everything was crystal clear: Weasen had won.

And history was going to repeat itself.

Unknown to anyone, a familiar armadillo standing guard outside the room had heard the entire discussion with a feeling he had never known of before today...regret.

"Perhaps…" Gold-Tooth Tom gulped quietly. "Perhaps this has gone far enough now...A miracle is what they need? Then it is a miracle they will get."