Great. Just his luck. Cassidy somehow got himself arrested the second he stepped foot to a new town that he assumed was stranded. Now he's stuck in some worn down prison with a drop of water constantly dripping from the wooden ceiling, a small, metal pail to catch the waters

He sat on the long slab of concrete that was supposed to be a bed, plotting on his escape. As expected from a place that arrested him embarrassingly quickly, the security was strict. Cameras on every corner, in cells, and multiple armed guards patrolling the facility every 20 minutes

He held his head, elbows rested on his lap, as he wracked his brain. His revolver and any communicating devices were confiscated, and he had to fight the guards to keep his hat. He was essentially screwed

While practically squeezing his head for ideas to get back to the watchpoint, he's been noticing a melodic tune. Upon focusing on the source, he realized it was a harmonica, played by a prisoner across his cell. As if they're back to the retro Western movie, wallowing in their sorrows

"Can it get any more cliché than this?" He groaned to himself, making sure that that particular inmate heard it