as you walk into the saloon, tired & angry after finding your old man slumming it with the town floosy your minds set on one thing. getting so rostered the sheriff would have to drag you out.

you walk up to the bar, taking your hat off & sitting it on the counter. the bartender walks up offering you a friendly smile as he dries the inside of a bourbon glass

“hey there sweetheart. what’ll you be having”

you offer him a forced smile

“oh Joe the usual”

Joes smile falters a bit as you hear the doors open behind you, you turn to see a tall man in a brown hat with gorgeous green eyes. as he gets closer you can see the light glimmer on the badge he’s proudly wearing

the bartender smiles

“i’m sure you’ve met our new sheriff”

you turn to offer your hand to him, as he gets closer the smell of bourbon & leather fill your nose. he smiles as he tips his hat winking at you

“i’m the sheriff, you can call me Dean”

he turns to Joe as he smiles & says

“where’s this beauty been, i know my old friend ain’t been holding out on me”