A well dressed man stood outside the door of the Garrow City Jailhouse. He looked up and down the dismal streets with a disgusted look, he wondered how any could consider this shanty town a real home. With a disgusted huff, the man opened the door to the Jailhouse and stepped in, closing the door behind him. The Jailhouse was really one large room, which had a third of the room separated off by a large wall of bars with a door in the middle of it. In the cell area, a man was laying on the cot, seemingly asleep.<br/><br/>At first, The Man was angered that the Sheriff wasn't here. They'd corresponded earlier in the week and set up an appointment. He was a very important person, and he had other serious matters to attend. Making him wait was the first strike against the Sheriff. The well dressed man waited for about three minutes before he went to the cell. The Man had a passing thought that maybe the criminal had heard where the Sheriff was. He cleared his throat, and when the criminal didn't budge, The Man coughed louder, "Excuse me, Sir?"<br/><br/>The Criminal rolled over and blinked a few times, "Oh Hell, you must be Mister Dinkman?"<br/><br/>The Man raised his brows, then it clicked, "Sheriff Compton?"<br/><br/>Julian Compton rolled off the cot and stretched his arms, "Yeah, shoot, sorry. I meant to take a quick nap before out meeting, must've forgot to set an alarm." Julian stood up and walked toward the cell door and pushed it open. Julian was certainly not dressed to impress and Mr.Dinkman was taking mental notes of the Sheriff's appearance, "So, you're here about a job?" Julian went to his desk, opened the middle drawer and pulled out a cigar.<br/><br/>Mr.Dinkman followed Julian to the desk and sat opposite of him, watching the Sheriff take a cigar out and light it, "Yes sir. I work for a group of very prominent business owners in the Town of Driftwood. Recently our Sheriff was killed in cold blood."<br/><br/>Julian nodded, he'd heard the story. Julian had met Quentin a few years back, they'd be called in a State Hunt by the governor. The two weren't close, but Julian had respected Quentin's work ethic, "I heard, Sheriff Madison was a stand up fellow... But I heard that the men who killed him were handled... by Madison's wife?"<br/><br/>Dinkman visibly straightened, clearly agitated by both Julian interrupting him and the fact that Charley Madison was brought up, "The alleged gunmen were killed by a violent and ruthless vigilante. Mrs.Madison had no right to be doing what she does, going around acting as the Sheriff of Driftwood. It's an elected position and she's simply taken the mantle upon herself! She does not abide by the laws of Justice Mr.Compton."<br/><br/>"Sheriff."<br/><br/>That threw Dinkman off, "Im sorry?"<br/><br/>"Sheriff Compton." Julian playfully tapped the bronze star on his vest.<br/><br/>Dinkman clenched his jaw, then continued, "I have here." He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a paper, "A job clause signed by the Governor of the State. It gives you immediate Sheriff powers for the County and the Town of Driftwood. Until a formal election is held, that is. Though, Im sure that with the proper backing of my business associates you'll win handedly."<br/><br/>"Ah, thats the trade off then?" Julian asked with a bemused smirk, blowing the smoke of the cigar into the air.<br/><br/>Dinkman shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "Excuse me?"<br/><br/>"Deal with your problem? With Madison's Wife, then you'll push for me in the election?"<br/><br/>Dinkman looked down for a moment before looking back at Julian, "If thats how you see it Sheriff. Then yes."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>It'd been a week since that weasel of a man had been in Julian's office.<br/><br/>He'd accepted, on the condition that he deal with Charley Madison his own way. Julian had arrived to Driftwood the night before, spent some money in the saloon on warm booze and a warm woman. It was just before noon the next day when Julian had started to make his way toward the Jailhouse to meet and talk too Charley. However as he walked down the street there was a commotion in a nearby Saloon that quickly brought itself out onto the street.<br/><br/>Julian stopped, then looked at the Jailhouse which was literally across from the Saloon. Julian saw an opportunity and leaned up against a post watching two groups of men pulled revolvers on each other, each group yelling profanity at the other. Julian smirked and spoke quietly to himself, "Alright Madison, lets see you work..."