Back to the present age 22
The next morning, after Rex buried James, he stumbled out of his bed in the local sheriff's home, heading out back with a couple of buckets. He heads over to the local water pump, filling the buckets full of not-so-great-smelling water to wash himself off. It's just water, no soap. Hence, he still smells like a horse's ass, at least he's a little bit cleaner; then again, almost everybody in this town does.
After he got his outfit. Putting on his gray hat and his signature black crocodile skin leather duster. For a wrinkled red shirt and black pants stained from the night before. His silver sheriff's badge was located over his belt.
For a while, he circles the town checking if anything's out of the ordinary. He notices a couple of wagons on their way on horseback. Rex recently heard that the town has added a new feature due to its reputation; now, it also has some roosters and hens.
A very wise addition to our small town, as 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? Tell me, and I may save your life.
The boy said " I'm Randal… ugh, my father and I were iron workers. We were told that if I put you to rest, sir, they would make sure our iron shop still stood. The black hats want you dead… they say you're messing up their business… but damn man you really shot me, you really are the Red wolf… You certainly do live up to your reputation, sir, Red Wolf.
Rex responds," You're damn right I did, kid, and it's Wulf, not wolf. Thank you for that information, son. Oi, deputies, get this boy some bandages and make sure he doesn't pass. It ain't this boy's time yet. I also need to speak with Mayor Thomason. He says as he checks out the boys' surprisingly high-grade rifle, another trafficked weapon in Rex's town.
Rex is now heading into the town, 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 and 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" barely thought old friend 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 to 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. 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 brings 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.