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The late morning sun was beaming down on Carson City, Nevada as the U-S Marshall Eric Bauer rode into town a top is brown and white palomino Dusty. As a general rule Eric usually kept his badge underneath his coat, or off to the side so as to not draw too much attention to himself. However since he was new in town and people were already starting to look at him Eric felt in this case he should establish who he was. Not to mention being six foot four and 240 pounds Eric stood out.
The badge was the only thing identifying him as a U-S Marshall, because Eric didn't believe in wearing a three piece suit on duty. Eric felt it was important to feel comfortable so he wore his favorite blue jeans, black boots, a black button up shirt, with a black hat.
Eric stopped Dusty in front of the Sheriff's office and dismounted. As he dismounted he could feel the eyes of the towns people all over him. Eric was used to this sort of thing though. His job took him from town to town so to him this was just another job. Eric though was hoping it would be his last one. He was starting to think about leading a life that didn't involve people shooting at him, or him shooting at them. Throwing people in jail and standing before judges to explain himself was getting really tiresome as well.
After he finished hitching up Dusty Eric looked up and saw a couple looking at him. Eric grabbed the front of his hat and tipped it slightly as he said, "Howdy."
The couple politely smiled and nodded as they went on their way. Eric entered the Sheriff's office and saw a heavy set Deputy reading the paper with his foot on the desk and in a cast.
Eric closed the door and the Deputy kept reading the paper. Eric shook his head and walked over to the desk. The Deputy kept reading the paper as Eric cleared his throat. Eric said, "Excuse me Deputy." The Deputy didn't even look up and Eric said a little louder, "Excuse me Deputy." No reaction once again, and that was when Eric picked up a rock that acted as a paper weight. Eric then hit the cast with the rock and the Deputy yelled looking at Eric, "OWWWWW! WHO THE HELL ARE..."
Eric smiled slightly and glanced at his badge. The Deputy breathing heavy and still in pain said, "Oh you're the new Marshall. Been waiting for you."
Eric nodded and said, "As long as I was waiting for you to acknowledge me? I'm here to see Sheriff Parker."
Just then a door adjoining the main office opened and an older gentlemen with silver and black hair and beard to match entered the room and asked, "What's going on out here?" The man wore a silver Sheriff's badge pinned to a white shirt and wearing brown pants. He looked at Eric and said, "Ahh Marshall Bauer 'bout time you got here."
Eric nodded slightly and said, "Sheriff Parker. Just riding into town I can see the lawlessness running rampant." Eric took a few steps closer to Parker and said, "If I had known that things were so bad here I would've been here a day sooner."
Sheriff Parker took a step closer and said, "Typical U-S Marshall thinking he has the right to come in here and judge the locals. When they don't know half the time which end of the gun to point at someone."
The two men began staring at one another and in an angry tone Eric asked, "You still got a bottle of whisky and two shot glasses in the bottom desk drawer?"
Parker replied in the same tone, "Absolutely."
Eric asked, "Then what are we standing out here for?"
Parker replied, "No idea."
The two men stared at one another for another five seconds, and then began laughing. Eric and Parker embraced one another like brothers and Parker said, "Damn it's good seeing you again Eric! How the hell are ya?"
Eric replied, "No complaints my friend."
Parker broke the embrace and motioned to his office. He said, "Let's go. We got some catching up to do." As Eric left Parker said to the Deputy, "Dewey unless the town is burning to the ground I'm not to be disturbed."
Parker closed the door and motioned to an open chair in front of his desk. He said, "Have a seat Eric." Eric sat down as Parker began fixing two shot glasses and Parker asked, "When did you get into town?"
Eric replied, "About three days ago. Been more trying to set up my new home and get settled in."
Parker gave Eric a shot glass and asked, "Where you at?"
Eric took the glass and replied, "The McCoy Ranch just outside of town. They were looking to off load it quick, and I'm thinking about my life post law enforcement. Thinking cattle ranching is a decent way to go."
Parker nodded and said, "You're still a youngin' in the law enforcement game Bauer."
Eric shook his head and said, "Sorry Don. Not a lifer like you and Wyatt. I'm just ready to have a life where I am not shooting at someone and someone is not shooting at me."
Parker said, "I can respect that. Speaking of Wyatt I heard about what he and his friends did. I also heard Doc ain't doin' well."
Eric nodded and said, "Yeah saw Doc on the way out here. He's in a hospital in Colorado. That lung disease has just kicked the crap out of him."
Parker raised his glass and said, "To Doc." The two men clinked their glasses and threw their drinks back. Parker fixed him and Eric another one.
Parker said, "Hey glad you're here. I could use the help. I got two other deputies that make Dewey out there look like Wyatt in his prime. I could use all the help I can get."
Eric nodded and said, "You got it."
Parker said, "Great. Hey there's a poker game going on at the Silver Spur tonight at 7. Nickle, dime, quarter stuff. Give you a chance to meet some others and take their money too,"
Eric smiled and said, "I'm in." Eric raised his glass and said, "To good times ahead."
The badge was the only thing identifying him as a U-S Marshall, because Eric didn't believe in wearing a three piece suit on duty. Eric felt it was important to feel comfortable so he wore his favorite blue jeans, black boots, a black button up shirt, with a black hat.
Eric stopped Dusty in front of the Sheriff's office and dismounted. As he dismounted he could feel the eyes of the towns people all over him. Eric was used to this sort of thing though. His job took him from town to town so to him this was just another job. Eric though was hoping it would be his last one. He was starting to think about leading a life that didn't involve people shooting at him, or him shooting at them. Throwing people in jail and standing before judges to explain himself was getting really tiresome as well.
After he finished hitching up Dusty Eric looked up and saw a couple looking at him. Eric grabbed the front of his hat and tipped it slightly as he said, "Howdy."
The couple politely smiled and nodded as they went on their way. Eric entered the Sheriff's office and saw a heavy set Deputy reading the paper with his foot on the desk and in a cast.
Eric closed the door and the Deputy kept reading the paper. Eric shook his head and walked over to the desk. The Deputy kept reading the paper as Eric cleared his throat. Eric said, "Excuse me Deputy." The Deputy didn't even look up and Eric said a little louder, "Excuse me Deputy." No reaction once again, and that was when Eric picked up a rock that acted as a paper weight. Eric then hit the cast with the rock and the Deputy yelled looking at Eric, "OWWWWW! WHO THE HELL ARE..."
Eric smiled slightly and glanced at his badge. The Deputy breathing heavy and still in pain said, "Oh you're the new Marshall. Been waiting for you."
Eric nodded and said, "As long as I was waiting for you to acknowledge me? I'm here to see Sheriff Parker."
Just then a door adjoining the main office opened and an older gentlemen with silver and black hair and beard to match entered the room and asked, "What's going on out here?" The man wore a silver Sheriff's badge pinned to a white shirt and wearing brown pants. He looked at Eric and said, "Ahh Marshall Bauer 'bout time you got here."
Eric nodded slightly and said, "Sheriff Parker. Just riding into town I can see the lawlessness running rampant." Eric took a few steps closer to Parker and said, "If I had known that things were so bad here I would've been here a day sooner."
Sheriff Parker took a step closer and said, "Typical U-S Marshall thinking he has the right to come in here and judge the locals. When they don't know half the time which end of the gun to point at someone."
The two men began staring at one another and in an angry tone Eric asked, "You still got a bottle of whisky and two shot glasses in the bottom desk drawer?"
Parker replied in the same tone, "Absolutely."
Eric asked, "Then what are we standing out here for?"
Parker replied, "No idea."
The two men stared at one another for another five seconds, and then began laughing. Eric and Parker embraced one another like brothers and Parker said, "Damn it's good seeing you again Eric! How the hell are ya?"
Eric replied, "No complaints my friend."
Parker broke the embrace and motioned to his office. He said, "Let's go. We got some catching up to do." As Eric left Parker said to the Deputy, "Dewey unless the town is burning to the ground I'm not to be disturbed."
Parker closed the door and motioned to an open chair in front of his desk. He said, "Have a seat Eric." Eric sat down as Parker began fixing two shot glasses and Parker asked, "When did you get into town?"
Eric replied, "About three days ago. Been more trying to set up my new home and get settled in."
Parker gave Eric a shot glass and asked, "Where you at?"
Eric took the glass and replied, "The McCoy Ranch just outside of town. They were looking to off load it quick, and I'm thinking about my life post law enforcement. Thinking cattle ranching is a decent way to go."
Parker nodded and said, "You're still a youngin' in the law enforcement game Bauer."
Eric shook his head and said, "Sorry Don. Not a lifer like you and Wyatt. I'm just ready to have a life where I am not shooting at someone and someone is not shooting at me."
Parker said, "I can respect that. Speaking of Wyatt I heard about what he and his friends did. I also heard Doc ain't doin' well."
Eric nodded and said, "Yeah saw Doc on the way out here. He's in a hospital in Colorado. That lung disease has just kicked the crap out of him."
Parker raised his glass and said, "To Doc." The two men clinked their glasses and threw their drinks back. Parker fixed him and Eric another one.
Parker said, "Hey glad you're here. I could use the help. I got two other deputies that make Dewey out there look like Wyatt in his prime. I could use all the help I can get."
Eric nodded and said, "You got it."
Parker said, "Great. Hey there's a poker game going on at the Silver Spur tonight at 7. Nickle, dime, quarter stuff. Give you a chance to meet some others and take their money too,"
Eric smiled and said, "I'm in." Eric raised his glass and said, "To good times ahead."