Sheriff: A Fictional Narrative

"Bang!" "Bang!" The sound of the cowpuncher's revolver rang out, along with the sheriff, Henry. The cool autumn air was filled with sounds of gunfire and the loud barks of Remy, Nelly's faithful dog and companion. "No, get back!" she screamed. "Put your weapon down, son. We've gotcha now, and there's nothing else you can do, 'cept turn yourself in," said Henry. The young man, Joe, stood with his revolver pointed straight at the face of Sheriff Henry. Panting and angry, he spit out his mouthful of tobacco juice and said, teeth gritted, "I remember you! I came back for you, John. And yer runnin' 'round here, trying to act like Eastwood? Ye coward!" As soon as the words came out of Joe's mouth, he scooted his feet, his face became reddened and flustered, and he spoke, "There's …show more content…
I have nothing to say to a coward like you, nor would I like to hear it!" Suddenly, Camden piped up and said,"Wait now, Henry, what's all this rubbish? I mean... there's no way you actually.. know him, is there sheriff?..... Is there?" The sheriff hangs his head, returns his gun back into its holster, and leans up against one of Nelly's racing barrels in the shed. "Yep. It's true. I know this feller. Fine feller, he is. Nicholas Flamel's his real name. We were partners in crime back in the day. One particular act of crime we were in, the last day I seen him, was the worst. We were trying to rob the 'ole Gringott's bank in a little rundown on the other side of the world in England. It was a robbery gone bad. Turns out we weren't the only ones trying to rob that bank on that very same day. Us two and a couple other buddies ended up in a gun fight and... Well, I'll just say I thought I was the only one that survived. I couldn't stay and get everyone's bodies, I could already hear the sirens of the police. I was a bloody coward back then and still to this day I regret that more than