"I've got a good one for you, Bill."

He looks up from the bulletin board in the sheriff's office, looking over the posted fugitives and their bounties.. That easy smile that comes to his lips feels, to him, so very brittle. He doesn't want to smile, he wants to hunt, and something other than kids knocking over mom-and-pop shops or B'n'E that had skipped out on bail.

He wants a real job, something that'll be a real challenge, for once.

"This isn't like the last 'good one,' is it? That kid could run, and he could even hide halfway decent, but it turned out to be a waste of time. In the end he was worn out."

The sheriff just chuckles, holding a slip of paper that's been folded in half to him, and walks back over to sit his fat ass behind the desk. Lazy bastard. Bill had been in this godforsaken side of the dirt for four months now, and hadn't seen the sheriff do much, aside from lock and unlock cell doors and eat doughnuts.

Bill wasn't even sure it was called a sheriff here, but whatever. He's the guy in charge of the local law enforcement units, and that makes him sheriff.

He unfolds the paper and looks, noting first the big, bold black letters screaming across the top of the page.

WANTED, DEAD OR ALIVE.

The next thing he notices is the picture, and for a long time he simply stares at her. His face is as neutral and stoic as ever it is, but inside, something stirs slightly, some remnant of the man that still resides inside and is only allowed out of its cage when humans weren't anywhere near him.

Looking down further, he sees the price of the bounty. Substantially higher alive than dead. That gets a slight reaction, an eyebrow raised as he looks back at the sheriff, holding up the poster and putting on that easy smile, his tone light and amused. "Don't know if I'm supposed to hunt her down for the bounty or for her number."

The sheriff chuckles at that, nodding. "Yeah, she's a cutie, all right, but don't let that run away with you. She's about as cuddly and warm as a porcupine, Bill, and from what I understand, she has a personality to match."

Bill snorts at that, looking back at the picture. He can see that, of course - the picture really is worth a thousand words. After another long moment of staring into those eyes, he folds the poster up and shoves it into a pocket.

"I'll take it."