Patrol the town...

Lisa decided that her best choice would be to patrol the town. This way she could show the sheriff she was up to this job and she could get the lay of the land.

"I'll go through town and check on things, sheriff," Lisa smiled at her new boss. "You got any advice?"

"Yeah," the man shook his head as he handed Lisa a tin star, "watch your back and don't get killed the first day on the job."

Lisa pinned on the deputy badge and started down the street. Deadneck was your typical rough town. A dozen or so houses on the outskirts, two stables at one end of the main street, a hotel, a general store, a stage depot, four saloons, and two larger houses that Lisa figured were whorehouses. She slowly made her way up the street, checking doors and alleys. A few of the town people greeted her.

She heard a commotion coming from the largest and fanciest saloon, The Painted Lady. Lisa carefully made her way to the front entrance. Peeking into the saloon, she saw a group of six rough looking men tormenting a greenhorn. The greenhorn, dressed like he just got off the stage from Saint Louis, was propped upside-down on a spitoon. The two men were holding him in place while the others were carving up his Eastern suit with Bowie knives.

"What seems to be the trouble here, boys?" Lisa stepped into the saloon.