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Jessie the cowgirl was never scared; at the time she was just hurt, and wondering why a guy's under arm smelled like cow manor on a large plantation. Her plastic nose was relieved when Al set her down on a couch, though it was lumpy and filled with cheese puff powder. He held her face with one pudgy hand and studied it closely. "I'm goin' to make a fortune someday!" he said before leaving the room. He came back with a cardboard box, but as he set it down, a telephone rang from another room. After he was out of sight, the box shook.

"Hello?" Jessie whispered. "Anyone there?" The box kept shaking until it fell to its side. A stuffed, brown horse galloped out, and when he saw Jessie, ran at full speed towards her. Jessie knew the horse looked familiar, so when she thought back to Woody's Roundup, it only took her seconds to realize. "Sweet Mother of Abraham Lincoln!" she exclaimed. "Bullseye, it's you!" Bullseye answered this by licking Jessie's face.

"Oh, my!" a familiar voice said from the cardboard box.

"Prospector?" Jessie asked. "Is that you?"

"Why yes it is, Jessie." The man's gruff voice replied.

"Why don't you come outta there?" she asked.

"Come and have a closer look." He answered.

Jessie went to the turned-over box and peaked inside. She gasped. "Prospector! You're still in your box!"

"Yes I am." He said calmly. "Never opened; in mint-condition."

"That's horrible! How did anyone ever play with you?" she sighed.

"I never belonged to a child, Jessie. Al found me at a thrift store many, many years ago, and has preserved me ever since." He scooted his way inches out of the box.

Jessie bowed her head apologetically.

"Don't be sad, child." The Prospector begged in his soft voice. "A few years ago Al found o' Bullseye at a garage sale and immediately bought him, so I've had a lil company."

"I wish Al found me a few years ago." She sighed. "A few years ago was when Emily stopped playing with me."

"I take it this Emily was your owner?"

"More like my world. Or used to be anyway. I was under her bed for quite some time." Jessie started pulling on her braid. She was surprised by this antic, but this was the first time she had communication with any toy that wasn't a plastic horse. And it was the first time she talked about Emily out loud.

"Well, we're your family now, and unlike her, we won't hurt you no more." The Prospector reassured her. Jessie smiled. It was like they copy and pasted the exact one from Woody's Roundup. He was wise, sensitive, and kind. "Thanks." She said. "What does this here Al want with a couple 'a toys like us anyway?"

"Well, this museum is willin' to pay Al a whole lot if he sends them the Woody's Roundup collection." The Prospector explained.

"Where is this museum?" Jessie wondered.

"Japan." The Prospector said matter-of-factly.

"Japan? Yee-haw!" Jessie slapped her knee.

"Don't get too excited there, cowgirl." The Prospector let out a laugh. "They want the whole collection, meaning we are missin' a very important person."

"Woody?" Jessie guessed with a bit of sarcasm in her voice.

"You're darn tootin'" the Prospector replied.

"What do we do 'til then?" Jessie asked.

"Well, we're usually kept in that there box." The Prospector said. But there are times he takes us out for a cleanin'. And that's when we get to play with all our neat gizmos, that is, if Al leaves the room."

'Okay, I stay in a box for a little while. No harm in that.' Jessie thought. "What gizmos?" she asked not noticing her surroundings.

"Well, look around you, cowgirl!" the Prospector exclaimed. "Al has gone coo-coo for Woody's Roundup!"

Jessie spun slowly in a circle and saw that the room was filled with Woody's Roundup accessories. It astonished her. She spent all her time focusing on the Prospector, she didn't bother looking around. Jessie jumped up and down excitedly, and Bullseye took this opportunity to go underneath her. Jessie laughed and pet Bullseye's mane. "Giddy up, partner!" she said as Bullseye galloped around the room with the cowgirl on his back. Jessie and her horse laughed and played and used the Woody's Roundup Gang gadgets, as if they were always so close. Jessie never felt so free, well except when she played with Emily. Ah, Emily. The mere thought of her sent Jessie into a frenzy.

"You, okay, cowgirl?" the Prospector noticed her subtle change in mood from where he stood.

"Yes." Jessie lied. "Just takin' this all in."

At that second, the toys heard footsteps so they quickly resumed their positions. Jessie climbed back onto the couch as the Prospector scooted himself back into the box. Bullseye then turned the box right-side-up by pushing with his head, and jumped in. Al came in to find things exactly as he left them, not like he expected differently.

He took his plump hands and picked Jessie up. "You, my little cowgirl, along with all your friends, are gonna make me a fortune one day." And with that, he put Jessie in the box with the other toys. Jessie didn't like Al, but silently thanked him for putting her with the roundup gang.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Next chapter will probably be the last, but then again I said that about this chapter! But I can assure most of you that next chapter will pretty much wrap up Jessie's story before Toy Story 2 takes over. Your reviews mean the world to me!