A New Kid on the Block
A wrinkled fist slammed onto the shakily-constructed wooden desk of the newly appointed sheriff, Obadiah Benjamin Kimball. Kimball was new to Coruscant Ridge and its lifestyle, this becoming very evident soon after he arrived in the rugged cow town. The owner of the fist, an equally wrinkled farmer, squinted with beady eyes and growled, "You better nag that damned Phantom, before I lose any more of my cust'mers!" Kimball nearly hopped out of his chair and struggled to regain his composure.
"I assure you, my deputy and I are doing all we can to eliminate the threat. You must be patient," he replied.
The farmer groaned and pounded the desk once more, throwing the sheriff's papers into the air. "Patient?!" he asked, amused, "How d'you expect us to be patient when The Phantom gets clos'r and clos'r to havin' our heads?"
Kimball narrowed his eyes, "The department is doing all it can and you must be patient."
The farmer stepped back, pointed a calloused finger between Kimball's eyes and scowled, "With that attitude, you'll be gettin' the boot come August or… The Phantom'll have you for 'imself." He cackled and kicked open the door of Kimball's office. Laughing still echoed through the room when the door slammed shut behind him.
Kimball mumbled, "I have a bad feeling about this.