The stranger walked down the road towards the sheriff’s office. The sheriff met the stranger halfway down the dusty, empty road. “I heard some trouble at the saloon. I assume you’re the reason for it stranger?” The stranger stopped and put the top back on the whiskey bottle.
“Yes sir. Sorry bout that. Those two brothers…what was their names again….” The stranger said rubbing his forehead, trying to remember.
“The Turner brothers?” Exclaimed the sheriff laughing a little bit. “Son, if you’re about to tell me you finally shut those two up and made them stop their trouble I might just have to make you my deputy.” The stranger chuckled and scratched the back of his head.
“Well actually..” Quickly the sheriff realized that his little joke had been the truth and stopped laughing.
“Boy. I don’t know what your name is but you might be one of my favorite people right now. Those two have been throwing their weight around this little town for years and you just did everybody a favor. They’ve been drinking for free and taking everybody else’s money. But nobody wants to fight them because their daddy is a sand-steamer captain. And let me tell you son. Those kinds of men have a lot of pull.”
The stranger stared into the sky as the sheriff spoke, the half moon glowing orange. He looked back down at the sheriff confused, “So wait, I’m not under arrest?”
The sheriff laughed and slapped the stranger on the back, “Son, come with me. I got a proposition for ya. You might appreciate it. By the way, names Frank Carter, sheriff round these parts. But you can just call me Frank.” They began walking down the road towards the sheriff’s office. “Oh and kid….I didn’t catch your name.”
Sighing the stranger answered, “Neither do I Frank. Neither do I.”
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The Devil's Dice
AzioneThe story of a man who has lost and therefore has nothing to lose, has to reclaim everything, or lose the wasteland of a world he lives in.
