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Paco Valdez

If the award is enough, maybe you can retire.

Hell, it might be worth the risk.

That was a while back, and by now they might not even recognize you. Hell, the sheriff might not even live there anymore, right? You hope so anyway.

"Alright," you say. "I'll go."

"Great," Annie says. "We'll have to split it three ways now."

"You just keep a low profile and you'll be alright," Gus says to you.

"I'm sure I will," you tell him with a bit of mock confidence.

You mount up and the three of you start heading for Wicklow, the prisoner still strapped down to the back of your horse, grunting in pain with each bounce.

The three of you ride on through the night, arriving in Wicklow mid-afternoon. You are greeted by a pair of dogs who bark excitedly at your arrival, disturbing the horses only slightly.

The three of you dismount and walk your horses through the town on your way to the sherrifs office. Once you reach the sherrifs office, you tie up the horses, and untie the prisoner and hand him over to Annie and Gus.

"It's probably best if I don't come in," you say.

They nod in agreement.

"Stay out here with the horses," Gus says.

You nod and watch as Annie and Gus lead the prisoner into the office.

As you think about it, it might be best if you're not outside here, just in case someone should see you. Perhaps you should go for a drink in one of the local saloons...