The days in Valentine were boring for you, besides the occasional drunk, there wasn’t much. Your slight nap was interrupted by commotion outside your office. A bunch of yelling and foot stomps echoed throughout

“Quit ya yelling…”

He was tall and muscular, although intimidating he had a kind face. You watched him throw the bounty into the cell and go up to your desk. His eyes seemed to almost check you out?

“The poster said $150 correct?”