Pete sat half asleep, his hat angled over his eyes in order to keep out any sunlight streaming in through the small windows of the sheriffs office. It had only been a few weeks since the new sheriff had come into her position. Or months. Time flies by quickly when you've got a drink in you just about every night. Pete didn't really have a lot of prejudice towards the new sheriff being a woman. Back on the farm where he grew up his mother done the same jobs as the boys did and she wasn't exactly the type to take any flak from Pete's father either. To be honest, he was more concerned about the lack of action in the town recently. Hardly anything had happened since the bandit attack that the new sheriff, Charlotte had dealt with. Pete hadn't really talked that much to Charlotte, he was sleeping or doing actual work around the town most of the time, so there was little time for conversing. 

Pete leaned forward in his chair, moving his hat upwards and rubbing his eyes. His eyes fluttered open to the dim, dark surroundings of the sheriffs office. The town drunk sat sleeping in a cell to the left of Pete. Pete rose from his chair and took the keys from a small hook on the wall before fiddling around to find the right key and unlocking the cell.
"Alright, on your horse, Jack. We'll need this cell for when you get into another bar brawl tonight" He grinned, happy with his joke. His grin faded when he saw that Jack was not getting up. He sighed, leaning down and forcefully grabbing him by the arm before practically dragging the babbling fool out of the door before throwing him to the sand outside of the office. 

He headed back inside of the office and retrieved his revolver. His eyes glanced to his mare's leg rifle hanging on a small gun rack on the wall. He hadn't used or done proper maintenance on it in a while, he'd need to fix that later. He made his way out into the town of Salt Flats, observing the area. It seemed Rose was setting up shop for the night and a rather uncouth individual was making his way into the saloon. Pete followed him in. Pete sat at the bar speaking after the man who seemed to be in quite the rush.
"A bourbon for me, Rose" He turned to Johnny, who, unbeknownst to Pete, was actually a wanted criminal.
"What's the rush, friend" He spoke.