silvertongue217
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The sun was setting casting the beautiful hills and canyons into half defined shadows. The sun hung low in the sky a few lazy clouds moving to block it every few seconds as the horse and its rider continued kicking up the dusty plumes of the trail. The West itself gave him a wide berth with the animals to busy scattering and tucking into their shelters in the night. Their were no other rides on the trail either which meant he was utterly alone as he rode up to the lone building over looking a small river.
He reached the building just as the setting sun gave way to the moon. He tied up his horse to one of the spokes and turned eyeing the building. The man was old, older than most. He had on a simple pair of black pants with a white T shirt tucked in and a black vest, a long leather duster lightly touched the ground swishing some spare sand around. A gun belt hung on his hip a shiny iron strapped to it that looked freshly polished and ready to do some damage. The outfit was completed with a wide brim black hat.
And a shiny sheriff badge
The man himself was interesting as well. He was a large man broad shouldered and built like a barn, his skin was a deep tan the kind you got when you spent most of your time outside and working. He was muscular as well in shockingly good shape for some one so old.
He gave the building one last look and then moved climbing up the short wooden stairs and to the door. He nodded at the man sitting outside ignoring the shotgun he had cradled in his arm and instead pushing the door open.
The bordello was alive with chatter people moving and mixing with the whores and ladies of the night. The man ignored all of them and the few making eyes at him as he made a bee line to the bar.
"Sheriff Smith!" The bartender said grinning a semi toothless grin "What brings you to our humble establishment?"
"Need to see the madame" Smith said taking his hat off and putting it on the table "And a whisky neat please"
He reached the building just as the setting sun gave way to the moon. He tied up his horse to one of the spokes and turned eyeing the building. The man was old, older than most. He had on a simple pair of black pants with a white T shirt tucked in and a black vest, a long leather duster lightly touched the ground swishing some spare sand around. A gun belt hung on his hip a shiny iron strapped to it that looked freshly polished and ready to do some damage. The outfit was completed with a wide brim black hat.
And a shiny sheriff badge
The man himself was interesting as well. He was a large man broad shouldered and built like a barn, his skin was a deep tan the kind you got when you spent most of your time outside and working. He was muscular as well in shockingly good shape for some one so old.
He gave the building one last look and then moved climbing up the short wooden stairs and to the door. He nodded at the man sitting outside ignoring the shotgun he had cradled in his arm and instead pushing the door open.
The bordello was alive with chatter people moving and mixing with the whores and ladies of the night. The man ignored all of them and the few making eyes at him as he made a bee line to the bar.
"Sheriff Smith!" The bartender said grinning a semi toothless grin "What brings you to our humble establishment?"
"Need to see the madame" Smith said taking his hat off and putting it on the table "And a whisky neat please"