A crow swooped down on the sheriff. “Caw! Caw!” screamed the crow. The sheriff hit the crow with his pistol. It fell to the ground – stunned.

“Damn crows. I’ll kill every last one of you,” said the sheriff as he walked over and used his heel to smash the birds head. He holstered his pistol, jumped on his horse and pulled out his rifle. The sheriff rode in the direction of the approaching posse, holding the reins in his left hand and a rifle in his right.
“What do you men want?” said the sheriff as he drew near the posse.

“You are hanging an innocent man,” said the bank owner.
“You are mistaken. That man robbed a stagecoach and killed everyone in there,” said the sheriff. He looked beyond the bank manager and was stunned to see his nephew, Tom riding up alongside a young boy.

“You are under arrest,” said the sheriff from the big city.

“Tom, what the hell have you done?” said the sheriff - ignoring the sheriff. With his gaze fixed on his nephew, an enraged Sheriff Thomas James Buchannan lifted his gun and fired. Multiple shots rang out in return. The sheriff slumped over and fell to the ground. A wounded Tom fell from his horse as the gunfire had erupted. Holding his arm, Tom ran to his uncle.
“Uncle Thomas, don’t die,” said Tom. Tom looked in the direction of the scaffolding.
“Is he dead?” whispered Thomas – blood dripping from his mouth and nose. Tom looked down at his Uncle.

“Why did you do this?” said Tom