Texas smelled a horrendous, shitty stench as she woke. She immediately recognized it as old cow manure, and when she realized she couldn't move anything below her neck, she put the pieces together. She had been buried up to her neck in shit! She immediately started to struggle and wriggle out of the muck, but it didn't amount to much except squishing the mushy mess around her into her clothing.
"Now now, Sheriff, don't waste your strength!"
Texas looked up to see not just Sarah-Mae standing over her, but Smiling Jacks and her favorite cow Bessie (who had her fat ass facing Texas, of course). Seeing these hated criminals standing over her like this really riled Texas up
"Now what in tarnation are you two up to!?"
Sarah giggled, then turned and presented her butt. "Well, me an' Jacks want to play a little game. I bet her I could gas you straight to death. So you just stay right there and enjoy these fumes, and let your life slip away."
"Yeah," Jacks said, "And when you kick the bucket, Bessie here is gonna give you a butt burial!"
Texas made to object, but all she did was catch another blast of Sarah-Mae's stinking fumes right in the mouth. While she was stunned and coughing, Sarah-Mae lowered her dress down into the dung to give Texas a deadly dutch oven. Now inside the frilly, thick folds of the dress, Texas could see clearly that Sarah-Mae wasn't wearing any undies. Which allowed the next long, steamy blast to really seep into poor Texas's skin. The gas was hot, heavy, and so humid it could steam a cabbage. And worse, it just didn't stop coming!
"I sure hope you can hold your breath an awful long time, Sheriff!" Sarah-Mae mocked, letting fly another fart.
Texas wasn't sure ANYONE could hold their breath this long. It had been only a few minutes, and the gas that was contained inside the dress was so thick Texas couldn't even see Sarah-Mae's butt right in front of her. All that was around her was a foggy, greenish-yellow haze that was slowly sapping her will to live. She felt her breathing get more and more shallow. She felt herself fading...
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