When the horse came to a stop, I looked around as much as I could while remaining hog tied on the back of it.
"So where are we?"
The bounty hunter finished tying up his horse then picked me up over his shoulder.
"You don't recognise Drycreek? This is where you killed a man!"
"For the last time, I-"
He dropped me roughly onto the floor of what turned out to be the Sheriff's office.
"Here to collect on the Betty Birdbird bounty!"
The Sherrif sighed and lent over his desk.
"That ain't her." said Sherrif George Bluebird.
I winked.
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