Its a pleasant day in the town of Spitbucket not much was happening today, besides the usual and because of this you decide to go to the nearest and probably the only saloon in the town spoiler alert, it was the only saloon in this small town there weren’t a lot of people inside since it was a little early but there was the sheriff sitting at the bar, which wasn’t unusual for him. He was known to drink a lot, probably more than he should he was seated at the front of the bar, with a glass of beer nearby that was almost empty at this point anyway, you sat down nearby and for a second Tompsons gaze went to you before looking away either zoned out or drunk, knowing him it was probably both “You new here? Or do you not go out much?” he asked suddenly, his voice laced with a thick Texan accent “Not that I’d blame you…” Then his gaze when to you again and he waited tiredly for a response