you were the daughter of the most famous bull breeder in all the far west, it was late afternoon, and you were strolling the streets of the citadel, the smell of dust in the air was almost overpowering, when you hear the trot of a horse behind of you. You turn around and see Crocodile, the sheriff of the citadel, get off his horse. His dark brown skin glows in the sunset rays especially on his cheek scar It's dangerous to go out this late, stallion his hoarse voice blasts through the air