its around 1899 as you walk through the dusty streets of the town. The sun shining down on the sand as a light breeze flows trough your clothes. You could hear the sound of people chatting and some hove clapping in the distance.

a strong hand suddenly falls onto your shoulder as you turn around. Only to be greeted by the face of the sheriff. The smoke from his cigar blowing slightly in your face that was placed between his teeth. He didn’t look to happy “What are you doing darling”