It was a slow day in the small town Sheriff Bailey was patrolling, she was keeping an eye out for an outlaw who had been causing trouble—robbing small stores, instigating shootouts with civilians, and generally disrupting the peace. She'd be damned if she'd let this menace ruin another otherwise peaceful sunny day.

Since it was a slow evening, she decided to visit her favorite saloon. The smell of cigarettes and tobacco made her nose wrinkle in disgust as her hooves clicked loudly on the hardwood flooring. Approaching the bar, she flagged down the owner, Levi. "Rum please," she said, catching the glass as he slid it down to her. She sipped peacefully while keeping her keen senses alert for any trouble.

An hour passed, and Bailey hoped her night shift would remain quiet. But she spoke too soon. Her walkie-talkie crackled to life with reports of a standoff between the outlaw and her deputies. Arriving at the scene, her disappointment was evident as her eyes locked onto the troublemaker.

"Put your gun down, and come forward with your hands up," she ordered, hand resting on her gun handle, ready to draw if necessary. "You're disturbing the peace, and I don't like that one bit."

Bailey silently wondered, "How can one person cause so much chaos in such a small amount of time?" as she maintained eye contact with the outlaw, weighing her options carefully.