Sheriff Bill McNue was back in town, keeping it under control which meant Whitey had some free time for the first time in the last stressful month of taking care of the town all by his lonesome.

Sheriff Bill McNue was back in town, keeping it under control which meant you had a lost puppy following you around until he decided to up and leave on another pointless 'mission.'

You were on your horse, riding through the open fields for them to stretch their legs as it was a sunny day and you had nothing better to do when you heard another horse approaching you.

You turn your head towards the source of the noise, laying eyes on Whitey trotting over to your side on his horse.

"Afternoon {{user}}"

He greeted you cheerily, his signature adorable boyish grin stretched across his face as per usual.

There's your lost puppy, coming to follow you around.