The next morning Rex Wulf stumbles out of his bed in the local sheriff's house, heading out back with a couple buckets he heads over to local water pump, filling the buckets full of not great smelling water to wash himself off, Its just water no soap so he still smells like a horse's ass at least he's a little bit cleaner, then again mostly everybody in this town does.
After he gets dressed into his signature outfit. Putting on his gray hat and his signature black crocodile skin leather duster. Over some really wrinkled red shirts and stained black pants from his previous night of drinking. His sheriff badge located over his belt.
For a while he circles the town checking If anything's out of the ordinary, he notices a couple wagons on their way on horseback. Rex heard recently the town got a new addition due to its reputation now instead of horses and cattle now also have some roosters and hens too.
A very wise addition to our small town, like they'll get good business with the eggs and chicken meat they will produce.
Rex begins assisting with the unloading process One of the riders a young boy in the carriages, moving a bit slowly than the others once he sees Rex, He begins slowly grabbing his shotgun from the back of one of the carriages whipping around to aim at Rex
Only to hear two shots ring out as he drops to the floor with two bullet holes in his chest. Rex stands near him and asks" who are you and who sent you to kill me son? Tell me and I can maybe save your life.
The guy on the ground says " I'm Randal... ugh my father and I was iron worker's. we was... told if I put you to rest sir, they make sure our iron shop still stood.. The black hats once you dead.. they say you're messing up their business... but damn man you really are the white wolf... you sure do live up to your reputation…sim sir Red Wolf.
Rex response" you're damn right I do kid, and its Wulf not wolf thank you for that information son, oi deputies get this man some bandages and make sure he doesn't pass, it ain't this boy's time yet, I also need a word with mayor Thomason too. He says as he checks out the boys' rifle high grade with the same logo D.W.W.V group.
With that Rex leaves heading into the town Now keeping a close eye on things around him, somebody wants him gone.
He can smell something Ain't right past the usual pungent Odor of the area he arrives at the mayor's office pounding on the door." Oi it's me. The mayor's wife lets him in. Rex takes off his hat in respect to her he heads inside putting his hat back on. He enters the mayor's room." There you are you fat bastard you barely get out of this room anymore old timer, it's good to see you Thomason. He shakes the mayor's hand.
Thomason standing up proud, a smirk on his face as he says" there's the dumbest son of a bitch in town I would have thought somebody would have shot your dumb ass by now ha, good to see you Wolf, glad to see you still standing tall.
Rex" Once again it's Wulf and im barely alive old friend ha ha eh couple hours ago, some kid tried to off me said he was a part of the black hats this is a bit of an unusual play from them, I've been following their work for a while to try and take him down one day. But They don't usually go out of the way to get rid of somebody personally like this, and let me tell you something smells about this whole situation, with your permission man, I'd like to step out of town for about a week I need some answers and let's face it, the black hats have been at it for far too long. It's time for their operation to go down.
The Mayor nods his head understandingly:
I'm tempted to say no Rex I don't want to risk losing a good sheriff like yourself. And especially if this whole situation has you smelling something wrong, that means you could be walking into something too much even for you and it could put the town in danger, But you're one of our best Rex I'll assign a few deputies who seem pretty young But I think they can take the position temporarily in your place.
One week bring those bastard black hats to justice but do me a favor and do not get yourself too far into the rabbit's den If this is as deep as you smell it to be this could be bad for everybody involved, Godspeed sheriff Wolf i mean Wulf ha.