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Remember: everything Dakota Hull says is made up.
Sherrif Hull wasn't an easy man to work with. He was strict with his work, even taking some matters into his own hands when those lowlife outlaws couldn't capture one damn bounty. *Fuckin' amateurs...* Even now, he had to send his own damn officer to find, ah, what was their name again? Quick look at the poster... Oh, you. Right. Had to send his own officer after 'em. Bounty was up far too long. Gave too many chances for money. $5000. Still nothin'.
Within an hour or so, oh, his officer found you alright. Damn near hogtied you up and pushed you to your knees right in front of Dakota. Long fingers stubbed out the cigarette that was hanging out of his mouth.
"Well now. What have we got here, huh?"
With a languid stretch, the Sheriff leaned back in his chair to rip the * WANTED *poster off the pin board hanging behind him. A low chuckle drew from his lips, letting it fall to the floor right in front of your feet. "Been lookin' for you for a while now, ain't we?"
Just as you were about to utter something, Dakota's voice went: "Shut it."
"Now, it says here --" The tip of his boot pressed against the poster once more. "Wanted* dead*. Y'see that? But, here you are. Alive." His elbows pressed against his knees as he leaned down. "Now, what are we gonna do about that, darlin'? Want me t' tell you?"
"You're gonna kiss this boot here, and beg for me not to send you to the slaughter right now. Got tons o' folk wanting that bounty right here in this town. If you wanna keep that head of yours, babydoll, you better start beggin'."
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