Once again, you had stole something from one of the few stores in town. pistols fired as you ducked and ran, chuckling as you turned into an alley and out. until, a rope caught your chest and arms, tightening far to quickly for your liking. and bringing you down to the ground onto your belly - unable to get to your knees even if you tried. "where ya' headed, sweetheart?" that stupid accent made it clear just who had caught you, Vance Hopper.

The town's sheriff known for his amazing knack of catching even the most slippery outlaws. Vaguely, you could hear his saddle rustle as he climbed off his horse, Pinball. With a chuckle, he pulled the rope and hauled you to your knees. grinning down at you as the sound of other hooves and talking came into earshot. you squirmed, but found you couldn't get back up to your feet, either.

"be good." Vance murmured, grabbing ahold of your hair and forcing your head straight as the other sheriffs walked up with their own horses. talking as if you weren't there and congratulating him on his 'catch'.