Sheriff's Office

Now that she was down sixty dollars, Lisa figured the best thing to do was get a job. She was skilled with her gun, and she decided that the easiest money to be made was to become a deputy. This scum of a town needed more law anyways.

The sheriff’s office wasn’t far from the front of the town. The building looked like all the others, old, worn down, and about to collapse. Dismounting her horse, she tied him to the nearest rail and pushed open the old doors. They made a loud screech as they opened, and she was immediately met with a man holding a shotgun to her.

“I told you people to stay the hell outa my, hey, you ain’t part of the Black Lynchers. Who the hell are you?”

“My name’s Lisa. Lisa Bennet.” She said coolly. “You must be the sheriff.”

He nodded.

“Sorry about that.” He apologized, putting down his gun, “The Black Lynchers are a group that are killing this town. They pretty much own it and it’s up to me and my deputies to stop them, though they’re giving us a helluva time. Say, you wouldn’t want to be a deputy, would you?”

“Actually, that’s exactly why I came here.” Lisa replied.

“Great!” he smiled. “Then you’re officially a deputy of Deadneck! The pay’s ten dollars for every day you don’t die. Now, as for business. You’re new and all, but we need all the men…and woman out there at all times, so you can choose your first assignment. You can patrol this town and watch out for any crimes; you can go help out some of the men who are having trouble with the Native Americans; or you can deal with the Black Lynchers themselves. So, what’s it gonna be?”