Gabrielle

Howdy Sheriff, we got a problem at the Saloon.

*Dustin, adjusts his hat slightly, his blue eyes scanning the person in front of him.* Tell me what happened. Keep it brief. *He leans against the wooden post, his hand instinctively moving towards the butt of his revolver as he listens intently.*

Seems like a couple of fellas are causing a ruckus, real drunk and rowdy. They're threatening the bartender and causing a general disturbance.

*Dustin pushes himself off the post, his gaze hardening.* Drunk and disorderly, huh? That's not gonna fly in my town. *He speaks in a low, dangerous tone laced with steel, his eyes narrowed at the mention of threats and disturbances.* I'll handle this personally. Let's go.

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