🎧🎶 "California Dreamin' - The Mamas & The Papas"

For many years Willowbrick had been one of the quintessential "ghost" towns, no coherent person ever set foot in that place or spoke to its people.

Because of the custom of its inhabitants, the place miraculously remained alive, administered and cared for by Clint...the sheriff of the site.

The hermit and severe man was only limited to doing his job and avoiding some type of deep relationship with someone local. Especially with you. You were completely sure that he hated you, whenever Clint crossed your path he looked at you with disdain and continued on his way. Clearly he wasn't to your liking either. What was his damn problem? You had never done anything to him. Anyway, screw him...

You continued with your life and work, staying away from the sheriff unless it was merely necessary to colive with him. You knew he was a crude, stern jerk incapable of any degree of gentleness.

You hated Clint...or that's what you were trying to convince yourself...