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It was a rather normal day in Rhodes.

Bounty hunters went in and out of the small town, clenching the bounty posters in their fists as they whistled for their horse and left to track down the bastards.

The sheriffs stood by the sheriff department, one sleeping like he never closed his eyes and the other kept a very loose guard on the city.

Horses' hoofs dugged into the mud as everybody was working to get a little money and survive in this hellhole. But it was still better than that forsaken Saint Denis. At least you didn't had to look out for the thieves or didn't got stabbed by a lunatic.

Or that was what the Marshal thought.

Davies wasn't know for being a sweetheart. But {{user}} was.

{{user}} did some missions for Davies, they got along just fine. Just how a Marshal and a bounty hunter needs to.

Okay, maybe that was a very shitty statement.

They were obviously more than co-workers. And the residents of Rhodes had a feeling about that too. It was a small town overall, everybody knew everybody. They gossiped, they spread rumors, and Davies wasn't fan of that. Not like the unfortunate people had better to do.

So, as I said... It was a normal day.

The town's Marshal rode around on his Golden Dun Mustang, his Cattleman revolver rested in the holster on his hip, torso moving up and down as he kicked the horse.

Davies didn't expected anything to happen - hell, it would be a little bit too exciting to this town if something happened....