Lowering her weapon and resting the butt of in on the wood of the out jutting veranda, Angpetu surveyed the scene as she stepped forward fully out of the shadows. “Idiot,” she muttered as she stood there. There were enough things to deal with in her profession, watching a drunk try to shoot someone and most likely hit the sheriff was not something additional she had wanted to have to confront but there it was. Seemed everyone else was content to just let it happen, save the sheriff.  Seeing the man below pick the corpse up and smile at her caused her to raise a single brow but she nodded in response.

	“Fair shooting there Ang, thanks,” the sheriff called out to her as he looked up to her and tipped his hat before glancing back over at Ashtar. “She did indeed.”

	“You really should train that good for nothing deputy of yours to watch your back James Conner. I ain’t always gonna be perched up here,” Angpetu replied as she stood there and looked down at him. 

	“Well there you have it, I am Sheriff Conner,” James said as he looked at Ashtar. “And that is Angpetu,” he said pointing up towards the woman on the balcony before looking back up to her. “Yeah, well Sean ain’t the best shot. He probably would have hit me instead,” he said quickly as he shoved his hands in his pocket. “How about you be my deputy?” he said with a coy smile as he tipped his hat to the woman. Angpetu just rolled her eyes as she shook her head.

	“[url= https://media0.giphy.com/media/U1AoLAMx7GAms/200.gif]An native deputy?!?[/url]” a group exclaimed from the side of the tavern. 

	“Hey it worked in Blazetown,” Conner muttered and shrugged. Turning his attention to the one that was carrying the corpse he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow before tucking it back away in his pocket. “Three buildings that way,” he said pointing over towards the south end of town. “Hold up a moment, I gotta grab Westbrook before he start stinking up the joint. Sean, grab that body, we need to take it to Seamus," Conner called towards the jail.

	“Right’O bossman,” Sean called out from behind the glass before vanishing to go grab the body. “BOSS!!” Sean screamed before he came running out and stumbling to the ground at the sheriffs feet.

	“What in tarnation is wrong with you boy?” Conner said as he placed his hands on his hips.

	“Westbrook boss, he gone,” Sean said as he spit out some dirt from his mouth.

	“What do you mean gone boy?” Conner demanded to know, a look of aggravation crossing his features. 

	“I mean gone, bye bye, vanished, no more,” Sean said pointing over to the jail.

	“[url= https://media4.giphy.com/media/k6vsSqi6FcSGc/200.gif]Horse Hockey![/url]” he bellowed.

	“I be tellin’ truth Boss, ain’t no body no more,” Sean said looking nervously at the sheriff. “Like he upped and walk off!”

	“Dead men do not walk!” Conner yelled.

	[i]”Some do”,[/i] Angpetu thought to herself before turning on her heels and slipping back into her room through the window. Seemed the padre was right, things weren’t right here in Brogden anymore. She quickly made her way out of her room and down through the tavern with her rifle in hand and came out the front of the tavern in a slow jog as she glanced around. “Conner, where was the body last?” she asked quickly as she walked over to him.

	“Had it slumped over in the back room,” the sheriff quickly said. “Why? Think someone stealing corpses?”

	“Yeah, something like that,” she said as she pushed past Sean and went into the sheriffs office to have a look around.