{open party post | who is the tall, dark stranger there?}

[tubemods]

The sun rises on another day in Devil's Creek, painting the night sky a burnt orange and the edges of clouds a pale yellow. Although not a large town by any stretch of the imagination, the early morning hours are the most quiet it will ever see. The night's chill still holds close to the dirt, keeping people inside, tucked away in their beds.

A perfect time for a return.

Three horses, three riders with one less rider than they left with come into town at quiet trots. Anyone awake this hour and foolish enough to look outside their window may recognize the silhouettes, but most are smart enough to leave it be. The riders don't linger long, going their separate ways in town. A long, low howl of wind whipping through the distant gorge signals the night's work is done.

In a few hours, the sleepy town awakens. It's a busy day today. Although the general goods store is always there and always open for business, shipments and other businesses from the city have arrived today for some trade and everyone could use a few supplies they won't get for another couple of months. By the time everyone has set up their carriages and stalls, the sun has climbed into the sky, warming the city's dusty town square as well as its streets and alleys.

There also seems to be the arrival of some more new faces this morning and to these outsiders, there seems to be something that's going without saying among the natives. It's the same thing they've thought of the other newcomers to their little town over the past couple of days.

Old Nibbles might just have a feast in its near future.

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JAIL

[paybacks]

[ This had to be the worst misunderstanding of all times and Erin was pissed. She was caught up in a awkward situation that was not all that clear for anyone but herself and the supposed victim. See, Erin is a woman that likes her answers clear and fast. If she has to go rough on a suspect, she has no problems in doing so - threatening, pushing all their buttons, mentally torturing them or even actually physically getting the answers out of them. It's all acceptable in the name of justice.

But when she was caught breaking the jaw of a suspect (going all private investigator on his ass), Alison had made sure to break it up and throw Erin's ass in jail. As an outsider, she wasn't going to get any fair hearing, but she might as well try. ]

Listen, [ She speaks up, fingers wrapping around the bars. It had been a long time she was on that side of the jail and it was a feeling she would rather not remember. ] Are you listening? [ She calls out again, growing irritated at this woman who has been appointed sheriff by, what Erin assumed to be, a bunch of morons. ] I wasn't assaulting that guy. I was getting answers from him. You do know the difference, right? I'm a deputy. I do what I have to.