Walking the Beat

[Tommy More]

"Yah!"

Deputy Tom More galloped into town atop his horse, taking in his new assignment as he went.

"Well. I reckon it's better than nothing," the city-boy said, dismounting, and looking down the dusty main street. "Wonder what they've all got to do in this here town?"

((open thread!))

[Daniel Uriel]

A short distance away, a man with his hat pulled low as he leaned against the wall of a building smoking a carefully-roled cigarette snickered slightly as he saw the fresh, clean appearance of the newest lawman in town.

[Tommy More]

"Excellent.

Pardon me, partner, but would you kindly be directin' me to the local sherrif's office?"

[Daniel Uriel]

The man in black jerked his thumb toward a building up the street. "Right over there, city boy," he said in the rough voice of someone who generally had to shout over gunfire and over long distances.

[Tommy More]

"And you would be..."

[Daniel Uriel]

He smirked. "Where're you from, lawman?"

[Tommy More]

"Just arrived from out East."

[Daniel Uriel]

"Well," he said, "There's a lot of land that's not in your town, Lawman," Daniel said. "I'm the one that keeps that safe."

[Tommy More]

"A vigilante, then?"

[Daniel Uriel]

Daniel shrugged, evidently not caring how Tommy put it. "Wearing a star on your vest just makes you a target," he said, taking a pull from his cigarette. "When you run some garbage out of town, I'm the one that cleans the mess up."

[Tommy More]

"The last sheriff that bad?"

[Daniel Uriel]

"Mmm... could say that," he said. "Your job's to put people behind bars. When that doesn't work, people call me." He gave him what was... probably meant to be a friendly look. "No hard feelings. 'M not here to cause problems."

[Tommy More]

"Be sure that you don't."

[Daniel Uriel]

Or what, Lawman? "Now, why would I do that. Wouldn't be good for business," Daniel smirked.

[Tommy More]

"Business, right"

[Daniel Uriel]

"Everything's business."

[Tommy More]

"If'n you say so, partner."