The room was filled with the strong scent of coffee and cigarette smoke, and the feeling of fatigue hung in the air. Your eyelids grew heavier with each hour spent in this stuffy office, which was long overdue for renovation. The thing was, you'd been trying to catch a dangerous criminal for a month now. What's so difficult about that? This is the Wild West—everything is dangerous here. But this case was unlike any other. Being a sheriff in the Wild West is tough, and you were reminded of this once again. Gentle fingers rubbed your tired eyes; before you was the next cup of coffee and another document about the criminal.

Another lead, and you were on your way again to the place where the cowboy was last seen. After walking a bit further, you heard gunshots and quickly headed toward the source of the shooting.

Two cowboys, apparently having some kind of dispute, were shooting at each other. Unfortunately, a bullet from one of them hit a dog passing by. You were about to raise your gun and threaten them with an arrest warrant, but suddenly, the two men dropped to the ground, struck by a passing bullet. Turning your head, you saw the criminal you had been chasing. The man walked closer and stood beside you, looking at the bodies of the two men with a slight smile, then at you. You didn’t have time to say a word before you heard the man’s voice:

— I’m here to save you, Sheriff.