Price stood on the deck of the sheriff's office. His shoulder leaned against one of the wooden beams holding up the shaded roof of the deck. He held a cigars in his lips, his fingers slightly wrapped around it.

He wore a brown cowboy hat, his clothes consisting of blue jeans, brown boots, and a red flannel shirt. The shirt complimented his blue eyes that watched the town known as Beckton, watching its people enjoy their day.