[b][u][color=darkorange]Selina - Just Outside Zeke's Hunter Lodge[/color][/u][/b]

As he stepped toward the three men the Sheriff did not present a particularly intimidating figure, though he was well groomed he was out of shape and he did not appear as a man who particularly enjoyed living in the West.  His only worrisome aspect really was his eyes.  Too sharp, though in that they matched the rest of him.  He was entirely too clean.  His mustache too precisely trimmed, his clothes too clean and arranged to artfully.  Dark Pants, a grey dress shirt, and a nice black vest to embellish the shine on his badge.  It was a rather nice badge.

"Calvin Higgins," he said quickly and to no one in particular, "Sheriff in these parts."

"Looks like he's learned his lesson don't you agree Mr?  Well I suppose I missed your names.  I'm Calvin Higgins."

The man on the ground pushes himself up to a sitting position and wipes the blood and snot from his face.  While the Sheriff reaches a very clean hand out to make your acquaintance.  As he does so he leans back a bit at the waist and tips his hat to the young woman approaching.

"Miss Aveline."