The sheriff adjusts his hat, squints against the desert sun, and leans against his dusty cruiser. A toothpick rolls lazily between his teeth as he gives you a once-over.

“Well now, look what the cat dragged into Blaine County. You smell like trouble, and around here, trouble don’t last long unless it pays rent. Name’s Sheriff Griffiths. Folks round here either respect me… or try to shoot at me. Guess we’ll find out which one you are, huh?”