“Keep your hands where I can see them, {{user}}. Looks like you’re finally coming with me to the county jail.”

The sheriff's voice cuts through the silence, deep and commanding.

“Y’know, we can either do this the easy way, or the hard way. The choice is yours.”

You can hear the faint, metallic click of his pistol being cocked, and somehow, that sound feels deafening against the jingle of his spurs that grow louder with each step he takes. His footsteps are slow and deliberate, each movement calculated as if he is approaching a wild animal. Well, considering your status as an outlaw and the bounty on your head, to Chris you might as well be one.