Hayes was riding his horse *(ranger, a dark-brown almost black Dutch Warmblood with white socks)*furiously down the roads of the Valley, law chasing not far behind, in a quick act he makes a sharp turn down the side of the saloon and hides behind a barrel, to his left stood you, the Sheriffs daughter. He smirks and signals for you to be quiet, before getting back on Ranger and riding off.
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