Eyes squinted, sweat dripped and his body was hunched slightly forward, a rope slung over his shoulder. It was nice and taut, the rope trailing down to a large blanket that was tied up in what formed an outline of a body. His weary eyes looked forward towards the town ahead. Haylliesburg, it was a chance to start anew, start fresh, for most anyway. Unfortunately, he had already gained quite the reputation in the west. Spoke his mind, did what he needed to and despite what he did, no matter the circumstance, he had a way out of it. Overall, he was a loose cannon. He sighed and followed it up with a raspy cough. It wasn't particularly odd to see someone dragging someone else behind a horse or on horseback. It was considered part of the norm, plus it really was no one's business as to why that person was in the predicament they were. No, this isn't what drew their attention. It was rather the shining star that rested on his open duster and the spurs that announced his arrival. A few gave him a hard look, only to go wide-eyed and look away when they saw how, when he turned, the side of his face looked like a wrinkled and torn leather. He begun to mumble to himself, mostly repeating "sheriff's office" over and over until he felt the rope shake slightly.
"Mmmmmmmmph!!!!" The blanket wriggled a bit.
"Shut it." His hard gravelly voice made its appearance.
"Mmmmmmmph!!!! Phhhhhhhh!" UHHHHHHHH!" Muffled screaming followed.
"Shut it, will ya." Agitation entered the fold as he tightened the grip on the rope.
"Mmmmmm - OOF! OOF! OOF! OOF! OOF! Urrrrrrr...." Whatever the body was screaming about was quickly silenced by swift kicks to the side and a final to the face.
"I - SAID - SHUT - IT - YA - DEADBEAT!" The final kick tired him out. He dropped the rope and took off his hat, running a rough hand through his drenched hair before placing the hat back on his head and hauling the man over to the sheriff's office. He made his way up to the front steps of the place, the bound and bagged man's head bouncing off the steps, and stopped in front of the door. He squinted his eyes as he looked at the door and turned to spit, however, taking quick notice to a well dressed man approaching. He seemed to be an important man. As he approached he held out a hand. The old confederate looked at it for a second before extending out his own.
"Can eye help ya?" His rough voice questioned.
"Are you by chance the new sheriff?" He cocked his head to the side and grit his teeth.
"You mean ta'tell me that ya dun have'a law here'in this town?" He asked taken back by the man's question who simply shook his head in response. The Confederate looked up and grunted. The rugged man took out a nicely made cigar and placed it in his mouth and started to chew on it.
"So are you mister-?"
"Hawthorne...Look've only come out this far cause this jackwagon shot mah horse after I'bin chasin'em from Amarillo and then shot'em and dragged'em a few miles from a town nearbai because apparently this town has a stable that I ca'get a horse from. So I'm gonna collect this man's bounty and then be on mah wa-" this was about the time the well dressed man stepped up.
"Please you need to stay. A lot of us here don't want to deal with anymore crooks and conmen. We'll pay you...Well." He gave the man a nervous smile. The disfigured man stood there for a moment and look down at the wrapped up and back to the man. Reluctantly he gave in.
"$500. I want five hundred dollars. $400 for his bounty and another hundred for the horse and I'll consider it." It seemed the one who brought up the offer now seemed to regret it.
"Th-tha-that's outrageous!"
"That's mah price. Tak'it or leav'it.""Y-You're nothing but a conman!" The other man stepped forward, his tired eyes suddenly gained a sort of spark that one would if ready to fight.
"I'm the only darn sheriff ta show up in this hellhole of a place and since you came up to me about a lack of law here I feel it fair I get a starting pay and we'll go from there. Think'bout it. If ya need me, I'll be in'da saloon." It was with that he turned back towards the saloon, rope in had and made way to the front doors of the saloon. He approached the swinging doors, his Confederate hat visible from behind them. Hawthorne passed through the door and as he did he took in everyone there.
@Vas Khaleen@Stekkmen@Sigurd Many grew silent in the saloon for a second before going back to their usual business. It wasn't until the aging solider fulley entered with blanket-man in tote did they silence again, watching the man pull up to a stool near a young woman and bent down, untying the knot around the shoulders and removed part of the blanket, allowing the figure to take in a heavy, nasally breath. He turned to the other man at the bar and asked to help lift the man onto a stool. Once the captured man was on the stool he released the cloth knot around his mou-
"YOU PIECE OF SHIT! DAMN YOU TO HELL YOU GODDARN SHITSLI- Agh!" It didn't take long for Hawthorne to loose his patience again before slamming the man's head into the side of the bar.
[color=tan]"I was gonna getcha'a drink fer now but ya best watch yer mouth ya blowhard ther' ladies present."[color] He turned to
@Vas Khaleen the woman next to him and tipped his hat.
"Ma'am" After tipping his hat he turned back to the bartender and called for to shots a whiskey. When he got them he helped his bagged man with his before taking his own, wiping his mouth from the liquid that escaped the hole in his mouth.
"So what yer gonna do wit'me now?" Hawthorne sucked on his teeth for a moment before turning to the man.
"...""Well?"
"Well ya dun robbed a train, killed a Texan ranger, shot mah horse and then tried'ta run. Whadda think is gonna happen?" He put back another shot and placed the glass on the table.
