The Marshal let out an annoyed sigh as he continued to skim through the newspaper, attempting to block out the constant chatter and grunts from behind him.

It was yet another uneventful day in his office, with nothing interesting happening in the quiet county but nonetheless he was just waiting for a salvation to safe Armadillo from the gangs and outlaws that disrupted and destroyed this town.

Until you rode into town and saw the mass destruction of the town and it’s occupants and there he was leaning against the wall, with a cigarette in his mouth and badge shining in the hot sun.

“So you just passing through or you wanna help me out.”