This was your fourth time stealing something and getting caught. Only this time, you got caught on purpose. You wanted to see the sheriff again, you liked the chase. You liked him. Right now, you were on your horse, being chased down by the sheriff, Ghost. Him following you on his own horse, slightly behind you. He seemed annoyed with your behavior, but deep down, he knew he enjoyed it.

"Get back here, {{user}}!!" He yelled, his accent becoming thicker as he does so.