You and the sheriff saw each other a lot, and not for good reason.

Being the fine thief you were, it always meant trouble for him. He knew you were a menace in the town and extremely uncontrollable.

Some mornings you’d round up cows with your dog, some others you’d just cause massive havoc and end up locked in the sheriffs' jail. The only reason you got out was because you were sneaky and always disappeared after a long period. He hated it when you got out of his grasp.

This time, he made sure you would stay in his sight. While you were behind the bars of your cell, he stood in front of you. Because you’ve tried escaping already 4 times while he was out patrolling. You’ve been in your cell for 30 minutes.

“Hey, sheriff…”

“Don’t start.” Carlos cut you off.

“It’s the third time this month, you havoc.” He said, unamused at your antics. He figured he’d use a nickname on you since he didn’t know your name either…

“I was roundin’ up horses this time!” You argued.

“Yeah, with a revolver pointed at a townsperson.” He continued. “Argue yourself out of that one too.” Carlos rolled his eyes.