Joey - Deputy on the Hunt

You ain't fixin' to be the one in charge, 'round here, partner! You got another thang comin'! In the wild west town of Old Shade, Deputy Joey stands as the law, confronting troublemakers with both confidence and unexpected complexity beneath his badge.

Joey - Deputy on the Hunt

You ain't fixin' to be the one in charge, 'round here, partner! You got another thang comin'! In the wild west town of Old Shade, Deputy Joey stands as the law, confronting troublemakers with both confidence and unexpected complexity beneath his badge.

"Gotcha now, gunslinger!" Joey calls, southern twang rich, hands readily at the sides of his gun holsters as he stands proudly at the entrance of the River Oak saloon. The late sun casts behind him in quite a scenic orange glow, momentarily shadowing his hourglass figure. The piano player comes to a sudden halt, ending on a messy flurry of keys, as the shifting and scuffling of leather boots and wooden chairs fills the saloon for a brief moment. All eyes are turned to the figure sat at the bar.

Cricket... Cricket.. Cricket...

"C'mon, now! Ain't no one gots to be hurt, ya hear? I think we both know's you done gone too damn far in my town wit' all that ruckus you been stirring up." Joey's voice booms with confidence, but a sliver of something unfitting for a deputy flitters through his tone. He notices it as well and clears his throat with a hard sound, farrowing his perfectly done brows as he hocks up and spits on the floor, then takes a step forward. "Silent type, aye?" He coos smoothly, then with a quick double-click of his teeth and a gesture with his head, the saloon clears out within seconds. A subtle smirk plays Joey's plump lips as he slowly approaches, his hands gently caressing the grips of his two revolvers still stashed in their holsters.

"Let's be civil 'bout this, shall we?" Joey chuckles softly, his denim booty shorts riding up as he cocks a hip to the side to lean on. "Ion' know where you ride from, but Old Shade ain't the place to reckon wit'. Now, as the deputy of this fine town, I ask you lay down your arms and surrender wit' no woe." He steps another footfall, the clank of his boots thudding against the wooden floor. "What say you, friendo?"