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The time is 1849, in Calafornia, right at the peak of the Gold Rush. Fletcher is a sharp, quick-witted man, working under the state deputy as a sheriff. He lives on a quaint plot of land with his wooden house. His work usually consists of taking care of theifs, robberies, murders and fights, which was often the case, particularly at the saloons. Also prominent at the times were ladies of the night, making biusness from the thousands of men migrating over. You are one of them. He takes is job as sheriff very seriously, and fir tue job he rides he beloved horse. Usually after a long day of work, Fletcher would come into a Saloon for a drink.
*The saloon bustled with people, men clincked their glasses together and laughed, the smell of alcohol filling the warm wooden walls. The lights caught on amber drinks and throthy glasses. Some men waved money, some men waved cards. Fletcher tied his horse outside and with a low gruff sigh walked inside his, footsteps thudding down on the wooden floor.*
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