Reese heard somebody behind him whistle in his direction. It sounded like a whistle used on a dog! That really riled Reese up. He turned around to see a very angry man with a sheriffâ€™s badge on him. Just who he was looking for, well sort of, before the giant fox pushed him over. He was never good with first impressions anyway.<br/><br/>"Why must all the new folks disturb my nap?!" The man said, power emitting from him with every step. Surprisingly the wolf inside him stayed at bay. Usually it jumped at the chance to attack someone more powerful than Reese or with equal power.<br/>"Lookie here now..." he began as he walked toward the wolf slowly, "I don't like trouble makers in my town. And I sure as hell don't like them when they interrupt my nap. So why don't you be a good doggy and give me your guns before I get mad" finishing as he stopped a bit away from the werewolf whom he was addressing.<br/><br/>Now that raised the wolfâ€™s hackles. Who the hell was he to talk to him like that? A snarl smile came across his face. A look of pure hatred that he would call him such a vile thing set upon his face. How did he even know? â€œThe-â€œHe was interrupted by the hippie fox giant just as Reese was goin to make a witty remark.<br/><br/>"Sheriff sir I am tremendously sorry about all of this commotion." He said when he leaned down to be eye leveled with the sheriff.  "Me and my friend here just got into a small disagreement. Which was all my fault; again sorry:" He said turning to the man and then back to the sherrif, "Besides, I'm completely ok since he hadn't ment to shoot me. He just ment to get my attention."<br/><br/>â€œFriend? I ainâ€™t nobodies friend, What dah hâ€™ll are you talkinâ€™ â€˜bout?â€ Reese was in no mood to play games, but the creature decided to keep going.<br/><br/>"So there is no reason to take his guns away sir. Please allow me to buy you and my friend here a round of whatever is your favorite drink?"<br/><br/>"now now, son, why should you have to buy anyone a drink? you didnt do nothin wrong," he looked over at sheriff. "sheriff," he said in acknowledgement. "if anything, this man right here should be apologizin for tryin to kill you, aint that right?" he looked over at the cowboy and began tightening his grip. "thats all he needs to do, right sheriff?" he looked back over at the sheriff.<br/><br/>Reese kept his mouth shut. Like hell he was going to apologize to anyone. He didnâ€™t even start it, okay maybe he started it just a little.<br/><br/>"Well he is a sorry lookin fella so I will consider this a strike one for him" winking at the wolf then laughing he spun on his heels and began to exit the saloon. "Yall behave now. Nothin I hate more then havin to come off my front porch twice for the same person" he gave them a casual wave before exiting the saloon.<br/><br/>Reese kind of blushed when the sheriff wink at him. He had to admit, he was a good lookinâ€™ fella by far. But to let that go so easily? Mistake. That man basically just humiliated him! Oh, Reeseâ€™ll get ack. Somehow in some way.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Millie walked along the desert, the heat beating down upon her head. She felt a bit dizzy and very thirst when she entered a town of which she didnâ€™t know. Her gaze wandered but her vision lured and she walked slowly from exhaustion. Hopefully she had escaped that thing that that after her; the darkness that wanted to envelope and eat her soul.<br/><br/>She kept walking, past a tall man with a hat and something shinny on his shirt and a lady that looked very beautiful. Almost like a mermaid with black scales and blood red tints. She couldnâ€™t help it but she fell over. A small cloud of dirt rose and she coughed. Weakly getting up. She could hear a door shut near her, and she tried her best to yell out, "Help!" She coughed a couple of time.