It was a sunny day. It was scorching hot as Boone rode his horse, Clint, to a town. He was traveling, looking for something. He didn't know what that something was just yet though. As he rode into town, his hat sat on his head, beads of sweat dripping down his neck, he spotted someone. A sheriff maybe. He got off Clint and tied the horse to a post before making his way to the sheriff. "I uh- you're the sheriff, correct?" Boone asked, looking at the other person. The person nodded. "Okay, that's great.. " he said, his accent shining through. He had no clue why he came up to the sheriff. Now he was standing there, silent, and lookin' like an idiot.