| I've been playing around with some scene ideas for the western/fantasy idea... what do you all think?
 It was an early, cool morning in Palamino, as Richard, newly appointed as sheriff in the town, stepped outside. He looked from his right to his left along the wooden walkway that ran the front of the building on his side of the street. There was no one there. He looked across the dirt road to the buildings and businesses there. Not a soul stirred, the only movement being a tumbleweed rolling across the street, propelled by the winds. He felt a  chill and pulled his brown duster closed and lowered his hat against the wind before stepping out onto the dirt road, his tan boots crunching loudly in the town's silence. He tried to stifle a yawn but it came on strong and he stretched his square jaw, putting his knuckles to his lips. "I could sorely use a strong cup of coffee," he said and began walking toward The Laughing Coyote Saloon. He heard a crack, like thunder, and the dust at his feet jumped into the air. He crouched, startled, an ivory handled six-gun already in his hand, as he tried to find the direction of the gunshot. Crack... crack... crack... three more in rapid succession and he ran for the cover of the overhangs of a shop to his right, dust flying in his face as the bullets landed at his feet from somewhere above. Crouching behind some barrels he held his gun ready, looking at the roofs of the buildings across, nothing there. Dogs barked here and there, at the noise of a moment before. It had to be Dirty Dave out there somewhere. He knew he'd be gunning for him. He'd killed the last two sheriffs and frightened away any would be takers, and wanted to rule the town his own way... through fear. Richard wasn't a man to back down in the face of fear though. He felt men like Dirty Dave were cowards at heart. Slowly he stepped out into the street again, his pistol raised, looking at the building across. He knew the gunshots came from somewhere in that direction, but the culprit was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he done tucked tail and ran off, he thought to himself. A loud screech pierced the once again silent town from above. Sweet mercy! A dragon was diving down right for him, Dirty Dave upon it's back with a rifle aimed and ready to shoot. The dragon was diving fast, and its rider fired a shot, re-cocked the rifle and fired again, both bullets missing the new sheriff by inches. He stood his ground, and rose pointing his gun,  aiming steady, and as the dragon and its rider drew closer, now soaring right down the middle of the street, he fired. He saw Dirty Dave rear back in the saddle, dropping his rifle, as the bullet hit him in the shoulder. Richard rolled out of the way just as the dragon flew by and fired another shot. Dave rolled sideways out of the saddle and hit the ground rolling in a cloud of dust. Walking toward Dave as the dragon flew away screeching in anger, he kept his barrel aimed just in case the outlaw had any tricks up his sleeve.
 
 "You rotten dog!" Dave rolled on the ground in agony holding a wound in his left shoulder and trying to reach another wound in the back of his right shoulder. "You shot me!"
 
 "Ya think?" The sheriff said. "Took you awhile to figure that out."
 
 "You shot me! You coulda killed me!" he cried out again.
 
 "Shut up. I'm awful tempted to shoot ya again, just so I won't have to hear your wining." Richard pulled the man to his feet, and he cried out in pain, tears in his eyes.
 
 The saloon owner, a short, red bearded dwarf named Drogan, with a very wide barreled sawed off in his hands, walked outside calling out. "Hey Richard! You alright out there?"
 
 "I'm fine, Drogan! Run and fetch Doc Erinis for me will ya? Tell 'im I got a wounded man in my jail." And on second thought, turned and added, "And d'ya think ya could bring me some coffee?"
 
 "Sure thing, Sheriff," the dwarf said and then hurried up the street.
 
 "You ain't gonna be so scary locked away in my jail, Dave." Richard said as he cuffed him and led him toward the jail house. "Where in blazes did you find yourself a dragon anyway?"
 
 
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