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[Video clicks on, and HELLO THERE, It's SHERIFF PREFECT! He's got a hat, and a badge, and a gun, and they're all in shot. Yeah, he wants you to know it.]

It's come to my attention that we got a few new faces recently come into town. Now, I ain't doubting that the most of you are just decent, law abiding folk who I hope to come to know as fellow citizens of this fair camp. I just wanna take the chance to say howdy to Y'all, and make myself known. The name's John Prefect, and round these parts I am the law. Now, y'all have chosen a pretty rough and tumble place to come rest your boots here, but the people are decent, and you got any problems, I would humbly fuckin' urge you to bring to me or one'a my deputies.

'cept maybe that good for nothing sonuvabitch Frankie.

[COUGH COUGH, DID HE SAY THAT? NAH, HE WOULD NEVER SAY THAT.]

Now, y'all good and decent folk can just cast your eyes elsewhere for this next part:

Attention shitkickers, rabble rousers, and alla them who're lacking in a sense of civil fuckin' decency. I just wanna make one thing clear:

This is my town. You try to fuck it? And I will fuck you, son. You are in the South now, worse shit than you even knew existed has rolled through here, and the Law has stayed the Law. My job will get done. So before you make the biggest mistake'a your life and walk into this town thinkin' that you can cross us here? You best take the time to ponder how you wanna be makin' your exit. Get lucky and it'll be pickin' up your teeth? Get unlucky, and it'll be in a wooden box.

Y'all got the chance of a fresh start comin' here. Don't waste it.

[And with a nod to the Camera, Sheriff Prefect reaches forward, and clicks off.]

[ooc: Feel free to spam him with reports of crime, or CRIMINAL VILLAINY, or just... lazy good ol' boy hanging out in the sheriff's office!]

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[batmanschmatman]

Marshal Richard Grayson, and it's regarding a fugitive my partner and I have been told may be taking refuge here.

[He's got a Yankee accent, a badge and looks pretty clean cut compared to the typical newcomer. OH AND ALSO you know his brother and adoptive dad.]

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[Marshal Richard Grayson.

Richard Grayson.

Where's he heard that name before...]

...Well holy shit! You Wayne's boy?

[He laughs happily.]

The fuck you even asking if you can come by for? You get your butt over here and lemme give you a drink, city boy!

[Annnnnd, then he remembers that thing about the fugitive. And takes a look over your post.]

Hm. You're chasin' an Ex-Marshal, are you? You'd best get down here sooner rather than later.

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[batmanschmatman]

[Dick just chuckles.]

Can do, Sheriff.

[And he'll be heading right over to the office.]

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[Prefect's just pouring out a couple of glasses of whiskey while he waits for Dick to show up. Man, why'd a nice boy like that have to go become a Marshal?]

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[batmanschmatman]

[Dick enters and immediately extends his hand with a genuine grin.]

Nice to meet you in person, Sheriff. Tim's written me a lot about you and the other deputies here.

[Sorry Tim, it's an older brother's job to tease you in front of your boss.]

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[Prefect turns to Dick, with a big grin on his own face. He claps a hand on Dick's arm, and gives it a thorough shake.]

Good to meet you too, Marshal, and I hope you won't take me wrong if I say you have got one hell of a family. Good to see that the apple didn't fall far from the tree with you.

[He turns to grab the two shot glasses, and goes to put one in Dick's hand.]

You been in to see your Pa yet?

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[batmanschmatman]

[Dick's grin gets wider at the compliment, although he looks a little embarrassed too. He tends to lean on the more modest side of the braggy stereotype of law enforcers.]

That's real flattering to hear, Sheriff.

[He accepts the glass but doesn't actually take a drink yet in favor of continuing conversation.] Not yet, my partner and I just rode in. He's been well?

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[Well, Prefect's not gonna wait. His shot is downed while Dick finishes explaining.]

He's doing good, yeah. Same as he always is. Serious about his work, serious about... well, just about every damn thing. Still, I'm glad he's on our side.

[He carefully puts down his glass, and folds his arms.]

Speaking of which, I got word earlier this evening from one of the towns ladies that might concern you. Have you spoken to Miss Pearson yet?

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[batmanschmatman]

[Dick laughs again, because that sure sounds like Bruce, and he downs the shot as Prefect goes on, his expression becoming a little more serious as he puts his own glass down.]

She runs the boarding house? [He's done his homework.]

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That'd be her. Said she got a caller the other night. A Marshall Thornburry, who took off claiming he was goin' to see his kin when she turned the talk to outlaws.

[Prefect reached for a pad on his desk, and began to read the account that Mrs Pearson had given him:]

Dark hair, mustache. Good clothes, but well worn in. She said he had a Marshals badge, but it was old, and pretty worn in too. Nice set of spurs, big old gun, and his horse was dark brown.

[This read, he glanced back up to Dick.]

This ring any bells with you?

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[batmanschmatman]

[He nods, expression serious and concerned. They've been close to Rogers before, but never this close, and the idea that he was actually feasible under a mile away was both exciting and a little nerve wracking. They couldn't let him get away again.]

Just about all of 'em, Sheriff. That's our man. You got anyone by the name of "Rogers" around here? Maybe someone who could be a wife or son?

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[Prefect shook his head, frowning heavily.]

No one that springs to mind right off. Apparently he said to Pearson that he had kin nearby, but damned if I could put a face to 'em.

[He looked to Dick quite directly.]

How dangerous is this man, Marshall?

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[batmanschmatman]

He's killed at least five men, maybe as many as fifteen since he made a run for it two and a half months ago. Most of it seems random, but it's only one or two victims at a time. He's not after the bank and he's not planning a shooting spree in the center of town, and he knows we're after him. I don't think he'll try anything extreme.

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[Prefect sets his jaw at that number. He doesn't like to hear about a man like that coming into his town.]

All right, I hear you. So what's your next step?

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[batmanschmatman]

Catch up with him before he heads out of town. It's a small town, we're bound to cross paths sooner or later. Rogers isn't exactly the brightest outlaw I've ever seen, so if he's got something he wants here, he'll stick around until he's got whatever it is, even if he knows we're here looking for him.