Time Traveller
"...prospector, heard there was gold in the land around these parts."
The sheriff glares at you for a while, then his frown relaxes.
"Shoulda figured it," He prods at your white lab coat, "You gold hunters always dress funny. I got disappointin' news for you though. Nothing gold-flavoured up in them hills. Sweet Betty's Grandmother there ain't."
You pretend to look crestfallen. "Not a nugget?"
The sheriff shakes his head. "Not a darned speck of dust." He points to the door. "Anyhow, get outta my office, go rifle around in th' dirt, see for yourself. And stay out of trouble, y'understand me?"
Only too glad to leave, you step outside and head down the dusty street, casting a look back over your shoulder towards the office. You wonder what to do next.
The sheriff glares at you for a while, then his frown relaxes.
"Shoulda figured it," He prods at your white lab coat, "You gold hunters always dress funny. I got disappointin' news for you though. Nothing gold-flavoured up in them hills. Sweet Betty's Grandmother there ain't."
You pretend to look crestfallen. "Not a nugget?"
The sheriff shakes his head. "Not a darned speck of dust." He points to the door. "Anyhow, get outta my office, go rifle around in th' dirt, see for yourself. And stay out of trouble, y'understand me?"
Only too glad to leave, you step outside and head down the dusty street, casting a look back over your shoulder towards the office. You wonder what to do next.