Lately, there has been a new set of faces around Valentine. Fellers you didn't recognize, and, unsurprisingly, the rowdy group almost immediately began causing trouble. After a series of bar fights and drunken disturbances, you had gotten especially familiar with one man, Javier Escuella. He would usually end up in the sheriff's office when drunk.

"Sheriff!" he called out, as if the two of you had been friends for your entire lives. With a big smile on his face, he threw an arm over your shoulders, smelling of tequila or whiskey. Or both. "You wanna have a drink with me? Come on, policía, I promise I won't cause any trouble this time." he slurred, chuckling a little.