Kurt, the western cowboy, and the King's guard rode upon their horses coming to a stop at the county jail. When they reached the jail they hopped of their horses and headed inside. The cowboy led them to a cell which in it was a man no taller than about 5'10, with short brown hair and and a small grayish gote. "Please let me out, I'm innocent I never worked with those guys, I swear!"
A county sheriff's Deputy held his gun to the steel bars of the cell. "Hush up in there!"
Kurt walked up to the cell and said in the best calming voice; "Listen man, I'm just trying to find a sacred gem, do you know who has it?"
