Sheriff Toasty I was on my break, with no interest of fighting crime like a good man. I was at the Olie lolly South, a restaurant on good old Main street- the only street in the town. It was a small town, an attraction for train passengers. Only about 100 citizens lived here, but we all knew each other. After eating my chewy chicken fried steak, and a delicious, salty, buttery mashed potato, I went to the back room, put my feet up, and drank some nice warm coffee. The coffee felt like an exciting sizzle on my tongue, it was hot. This was the normal life for me, I would scout the whole town in the morning and then at 2 o'clock I would get some food, and relax until the next day. That morning was specifically tiring since all crime had stopped, except one man. A strange man he was, since nobody has ever seen his face. He is most famous for the smuggle of 75’. A huge train was stopped in it’s tracks, and he was seen sneaking off with piles of loot. He had robbed another small choo choo this morning and I had no chance of getting on him. I leaned back and thought to myself, tomorrow i’ll catch that fool. The next morning came fast, I ate my porridge breakfast, then …show more content…
So, with that in mind, I decided to just shoot him and get it over with. Right as I pulled the trigger, the man disappeared, and I felt a sting in my face, a splitting pain in my head, and warm blood ran down my cheek. My head went numb, my eyes crossed, and then, I spoke. I normally don’t talk, but when I do it is usually a moan or a serious comment. I moaned, “Nnnnnmmmrghh”. I knew this wasn’t good. I thought to myself… Before I left… I would soon be watching as that swift man took innocent lives and money. I was the only one who could have stopped him. But I would be watching… Watching… Watching from the skies above, waiting for him to suffer the same fate, and pass to the next