Applejack the One-Buck

>day tree fiddy in Equestria
>you are, as you say
"Deliv'rin front-eer justiss."
>your home is the Sheriff's office at a waypoint beyond Appleoosa
>you hear word of a certain...troublemaker from back inside the country
>Applejack, the One-buck
>you get your sidearm, the Tin Pan, ready
>you load up the pie
>flavor?
>justice.
>you step out of your office at high noon
>she's there
>she's called the One-buck because that's all it takes to knock you out
>your pie tossin hand stats a-twitchin
>she cracks her neck and spits
>the bell tolls
>one
>two
>three
>you're sweating
>four
>five
>six
>she licks her lips
>seven
>eight
>nine
your mustache sways in the breeze as a tumbleweed crosses your path
>ten
>ELEVEN
>TWELVE
>you draw
>she rushes you
>all goes black
>...
>...
>when you come to, you find your Tin Pan on her head, as she lays across you
>you get yourself up and you put your hat over your heart, then reach down and recover Tin Pan
"Jus' look at 'er there. She looks so innocent in death..."
>"Well shoot, pardner, if'n I knew all I had to do to woo ya was to lay on th' ground, I'd a done so a loong time ago!"
>she gets back up
>she licks the cherry off her face
>"See ya next week, Anon! I'll win for sure, this time!"

 Fucking Applejack the One-Buck