"No Sheriff or deputy. Place is dull slicker." Rattlesnake Jack said, still unamused, at the place. No Saloons, No Sheriff, hardly any cattle and probably no train station, it annoyed him. "And I called all dealin's with any local Sheriff." He said as he idly shot another urn and collected the gem within. He glanced at Cheshire, "Just lettan ya know." Rattlesnake Jack twirled his two guns before returning them to their holsters.