Blondie carefully studied the pebble in her hands. She examined its texture, and seemed to be about as fascinated by it like a child exploring the world around itself. That exact comparion went through Yang's head, and he began to wonder if his captress was going to try and eat it, when she instead turned her head towards Buck, who apparantly had said something. She wasn't sure what, since she hadn't been listening. She turned her head normally, but in Yang's heart shaped eyes (not literally heart shaped of course - or maybe they were, who knows if this is a cartoon or not) she did it in slow motion, flipping her luscious hair as if in a shampoo commercial.
Which she actually didn't. Just a normal, regular, head turn.
"Wait, wasn't there more people in here just a moment ago? Or am I mistaken?" she said, noticing the absence of the runaway arrestees. She raised an eyebrow, but then shrugged and left the topic. "So what you're saying, is that there's no boss around 'ere at all? What is this, the Anarchy?" She had to make a reference to a medieval English civil war, since the song "Anarchy in the UK" hadn't been written yet (and also because Johnny Rotten is an overrated singer anyway). Blondie was rather upset, but Yang's interest peaked up by the mentioning of anarchy, since he had studied both Lao Zi and socialist literature lately. If East Zilch was an anarchist city state, maybe it would be a good place to stay permanently? Although that meant he would have to solve the issue with his doppelgänger sooner or later, one way or another. The town wasn't big enough for the both of them, as the many cases of mistaken identity had proved already.
A rumble outside interrupted his thoughts.
"Buffalos? Soldiers?" Blondie guessed. "In the heart of America?" she added, surprised, and looked outside. "Oi!" she exclaimed when saw saw how people got trampled down by bison. Her first guess had been correct. "Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi, oi, oi, oi..." She shook her head, herself shaken by the tragic sight... and immediately got back to business. "Right, well, if I'm not going to get any reward for catching you, I don't see any reason for keeping you tied up anymore. You have a good day, sir!" With that, she loosened the lasso around Yang and freed him from the rope. Now curious where the hole in the wall led to (without realizing its connection to her earlier question about where everyone had gone), she tried to squeeze through the cell bars, but they were too narrow. "Hmm..." She looked around and searched for a solution, but kept her thoughts to herself. Yang shook his head, but took the opportunity to leave while he could, in case the sheriff suddenly would come back.
Blondie's eyes fell on the dinner roll on the desk. Yummy! But what was that next to it? A keychain? Could the key fit the cell door? No sooner said than done, Blondie unlocked the cell, with the dinner roll in her other hand, took a bite, stepped inside, past Buckaroo, and walked through the hole in the wall. Once outside, she saw two Italian guys stand next to a stagecoach. Rather dapper fellows, she thought.
"Bawnjorno!" she greeted them. "Is that gold in your pockets or are you just happy to see me?"
Meanwhile, Yang Guo walked past a new arrival in town, a young woman and fellow Asian. He politely tipped his hat at her. "Ni hao!"