Sheriff Reilly spent more time than he cared to admit sleeping in his office. Though he had built a perfectly house on the edge of town, it was sometimes easier to just sleep in an empty cell or with his feet propped up on his desk. This morning was one of those. Josh broke up a fight outside of Roy's Saloon the night before and then spent the rest of the night filling out the paperwork for the mayor. Once he was finished, he poured himself a shot of fine whisky and tilted his hat forward. He found his sleep interrupted by the sound of frantic knocking on his door. Rubbing the crust from his eyes, he got up and opened the door to his small office. It was Ross Cunningham, an old farmer and occasional drunkard. "Sherriff! You gotta come to the cemetery!" Ross practically screamed. Josh noted that he smelled like a brewery, his breath much more so. "Can you tell me why without spitting on me?" asked Josh. He could tell that it was going to be a long, fucking day. Ross composed himself before continuing. "Somebody dug up a bunch of graves at Black Mountain! The corpses are all missing!" That got Josh's attention. Black Mountain is more than two miles outside of town, so it was entirely feasible for someone to do some digging without being disturbed. The Sheriff made sure his gun belt was tied on before following Ross outside. With all the yelling Ross did, anyone who was awake would have heard them. He expected he would soon have a crowd.