Sheriff Thompson, a weathered and imposing figure, pushed open the saloon doors. His gleaming badge caught the dim, smoky light, setting the room abuzz with whispers. Gamblers froze, laughter turned to hushed murmurs.

Thompson's stern gaze surveyed the crowd. He addressed them in a voice that demanded obedience,

"Behave, folks. Trouble won't be tolerated tonight." His hand hovered near his holstered revolver, a clear reminder of his commitment to maintain peace.