[color=silver][h1][center]Perky Perkins[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Silverhold | Barnett Silver Mines[/b][/center][/color]
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OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen]

Sheriff Perkins was waiting outside of his office, which, much like the rest of the city, was made of brick and wood, with any glass coated in a thick layer of dirt. He looked every bit the lawman of the west, right down to the tin star he proudly displayed on the breast pocket of his brown and gray trimmed shirt. 

“You must be Jago,” he drawled, extending a hand. 

“I am.” Jago said accepting the handshake. “You must be Sheriff Perkins. I see things haven't changed much since the news wave.” 

“If anything,” he replied after retracting his hand, “the situation escalated itself.” 

“That didn’t take long, how bad is it?” Jago asked, thinking they would be dealing with podunk miners with rifles and a liberal sense of dynamite safety.

“Well, we reckoned it was only a matter of time, once we seen Reed roll up into town. He has a way of riling folks up.” 

“Reed. He was mentioned in the wave, what's his deal?” Tim had already scrounged information on the man but it was prudent to get the local opinion.

“His deal…” The sheriff said, spitting on the ground for emphasis, “ … is that he’s trouble round these parts,  thinks he’s some sort of enforcer, this isn’t his first rodeo working miners into a frenzy. Haven’t been able to prove it yet, but word is he had something to do with an explosion not long ago up at the Cold Creek Mine, lost near a dozen men with the cave in. Now we have it on good authority he’s the one went and took poor Gideon Barnett hostage.”

Serena’s eyes widened.

“So there’s a ransom now?” That was news to the Captain. 


“Not yet,” Perkins admitted. “But they’re holding the feller for something. Maybe fer protection, who knows really? But I dealt with Reed before. If he can squeeze money outta somethin’, he’s gonna try. “

“So I guess you and Reed got some history?” Jago prodded.

“Some,” Perkins admitted. “We’ve been on opposite sides of the law for some time now.” 

“Any important tidbits you can throw my way about him?” He asked curiously, he figured the sheriff probably had some time with the man and could provide some insight one couldn’t get on a dossier.

“He’s shallow as a kiddie pool.” The sheriff snorted. “Aside from that, there’s not a lot to know. He’s bad news. He’d sooner shoot you than say hello.”

“Well, hopefully, it won’t come to that. My job is just to get Mr. Barnet out whole without turning over a hornet's nest that includes a sniper and angry miners.” Jago reminded him, there was no need for the man to know  “If I can do that without a body count I’ll consider that a good day.” 

“I’m just saying if his is the body, I’ll consider that a better day,” Perkins scoffed. “Good luck, Mr. Deckard, and on behalf of the citizens of Black Burrow, you have our thanks.”
 
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