[center][color=Silver][h1]Reno Wylde[/h1][/color][/center]

Reno, commonly known as Tombstone to the locals sat in the bar around with a crowd of workers who had set up a blackjack game. Currently the sheriff was bankrupting the locals of the scavenged tech they bet, the sheriff using whiskeys as his bet. Almost every man in town found one way or another to play with Reno Wylde because beating him meant a bottle of the good stuff. 

The rundown saloon looked like something out of wild west movie, with its own stills in the back to produce the moonshine the workers downed when they came here for music. Some nights a muse or two would perform but usually the place had the local band play, some nights before he started drinking Reno would borrow a guitar play with the band. Others when drunk he'd sit at the piano and play tunes for the whole bar, even lead them in some of easier tunes.

However currently Tombstone was cleaning up, already winning himself parts for a new air filter for his home, and the bottle Jack Daniels Old number seven still firmly planted on the table. However holding a losing hand, he frowned and just before the dealer could make the call for the flip it happened. A man came rushing in, a messenger, young boy couldn't have much over eighteen. "Sir! Sheriff!" He panted running up to the table the dust cover boy said pulling down the bandanna on his face coughing. "The Wardens here... Thrax himself, someone sent for Theo to go meet him."

"Awww hell! Melody, keep my winnings behind the counter." He grabbed the bottle pulling on his long coat on and resting his hat upon his head. The crowd at the table jeered, but knew this could turn bad in an instant if the sheriff wasn't around. He pulled his double barrel from its spot at on Charlotte's saddle loading two rounds of buck shot as gave his horse a kick. She started right towards Theo and Thrax as the sheriff held his shotgun, as usual it would be up him to play peacemaker.

The horse cantered to a stop just before the two men, the shotgun plain to see to both of them. He knew both had a temper, and did not like one another so getting off the horse slowly shotgun clutch down by his side. A bottle of Jack Daniel in hand as he looked between them. "Gentlemen! I have brought refreshments... Why don't we talk away from the ash? Enjoy some fine liquor while we have a friendly chat." He looked to the giant man as if to tell him to calm down, because where Thrax additional collective soldiers were sure to follow.