Our New Sheriff Takes Over
When troubles escalate and the only government has been corrupted by deceit and incompetence, then it’s time for a special kind of justice. It’s time for a very special kind of man.
Meet J. L. Prescott, the new sheriff in our town and the meanest hombre in the West-minster village.
This is the man who cleaned up Redwood; the man as likely to hang them high before even asking their name. Packing a punch known to make a mule think they’re foreign secretary, the sheriff shoots from the hip with sentences that are the toughest in the West and more painful than an ass-full of cactus quills…
Prescott is a big man amongst men. You’re not likely to catch him playing croquet or involved with the opposite sex. His only business is the law and persecuting those that break the law.
‘Get used to it, you filth-eating dogs,’ he is often heard to say. ‘There’s a new guy in charge of this here country, and if anybody comes a’messin, they’re getting both barrels. I’ll shoot you down like the dogs you are or my name ain’t Sheriff John L. Prescott…’
So remember, when justice needs a name: the name is Prescott.
Just don’t call him Leslie.
