Time Traveller

"...drifter, lookin' for money, whereever I can find it."

The sheriff glowers at you, then waves his gun in your face again.
"That don't tell me nothin' about you or why yer here. Besides, people lookin' fer money go to th' bigger places. Can't see you comin' down here instead.
He sneers at you over the barrel of his gun.
"I'm thinkin' you're a filthy liar, know that? Maybe after some time in jail, you'll feel a bit more like talkin' to me. Get in there!"

With a hefty shove, the Sheriff sends you stumbling into a dingy cell and slams the door, locking it with a rusty iron key. He grins at you from the other side of the bars.

"There now. You enjoy yerself, y'hear? I'll come back in a few days, see if you're a little more talkative."

You protest, but the Sheriff saunters off, paying no attention to you. You clamber onto the wooden pallet and slump in a dejected heap.

By the time the Sheriff decides that you're no threat and releases you, you discover with horror that the time machine has vanished, presumably called back to the present by its built-in emergency return switch.

Your only hope now is that they send someone back to find you.
End Of Story