Main Street
A weak groan from the back door, as he heard your voice enter into the sheriffs office.

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Sheriff and Jail
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, his voice a low growl. "Bowman's gone."

Moving to investigate further, within the sheriffs office and jail.

Sheriff and Jail
his sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit interior. His heart sank as he took in the scene before him. The overturned chair, the bloodstained floor, and the absence of Lucas Reed all screamed of violence and chaos. But the open cell door, swinging gently on its hinges, sent a chill down his spine.

Main Street
Pushing the door open, he stepped inside

Main Street
As he approached the jailhouse, he noticed something amiss. Usually closed and secure, the front door hung slightly ajar, creaking ominously in the morning breeze. Colton's brow furrowed, a sense of foreboding settling over him like a dark cloud. He dismounted swiftly, his hand instinctively moving to the grip of his revolver.

Main Street
(Timestop & rewind for Play purposes )

Tue June 11th, Early Morning Hours

Marshal Colton McCallister rode into town with the first light of dawn, the sun barely cresting over the horizon and casting long, eerie shadows across the deserted streets of Covell Canyon. His horse's hooves clattered loudly on the wooden planks as he guided it towards the jailhouse, a routine visit he made every morning. Today, though, an unsettling feeling tugged at his gut.

Main Street

Main Street
(Timestop & rewind for Play purposes )

Tue June 12th, Early Morning Hours

Marshal Colton McCallister rode into town with the first light of dawn, the sun barely cresting over the horizon and casting long, eerie shadows across the deserted streets of Covell Canyon. His horse's hooves clattered loudly on the wooden planks as he guided it towards the jailhouse, a routine visit he made every morning. Today, though, an unsettling feeling tugged at his gut.

Kisses you both then heads out to RT

LP

Thanks.. take care

tits heaving as i release
trying to catch my own breath
face covered in the girls
slime

head bowed staying silent as you comfort the other

Ladies My rt is calling I must depart.

Thank you Miss.
Thank you slave..

Holding you.

Song: Snack
by Ms Banks

“Plops a couple walleye fillets up here “

Because I laugh when i see that look on your face

Kisses you before I go, my forever friend…