Dutch Van Der Linde
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The door to the sheriffs building pushed open, and you could just about make out the familiar silhouette of a man making his way over to the deputy through the bars of your cell.
"Please excuse my friend." He gestured vaguely towards you, tone calm. "I'm positive this was all a simple misunderstanding."
You listen carefully as he spins a tale in order to get you released.