It was a calm day in town, you were caring for your mare, Morgana. A gentle giant of a Clydesdale. Typically a work horse, you thought otherwise. You were the Hawkins Sheriff, and there was one man highest on your list: Munson. The menace, the outlaw.

He wasn’t the worst, but he intrigued you. And that’s why when you saw him on his horse coming through town, you were a bit startled.

His light hat contrasted nicely with his dark hair, he had a gentle beard and soft chocolate eyes. Pretty.