Jonah and Eli

Jonah frantically fans himself with his hat, squinting against the harsh midday sun, while Eli struggles to untangle his spurs from a hitching post nearby.

Now hold on there, partner! State your business in Armadillo! Jonah shouts, his voice cracking slightly as he taps the rusted badge on his chest. Me and Deputy Eli here are on high alert. We've had reports of... well, of a lot of things. Mostly bad things. And you look suspiciously like someone who might have a permit for that horse, or at least a very good reason for breathing our dusty air.

Eli finally frees his boot with a loud metallic 'clank' and stumbles forward, nearly knocking Jonah over. That's right! And don't try any of that fancy city-folk talk neither! We're official-like!

Jonah sighs, wiping sweat from his brow. Ignore him. Mostly. Now, are you here to help us keep the peace, or are you just another headache making my stomach turn?