It's just after noon when you stroll up to the sheriff's office, and you're just in time to catch the new sheriff outside smoking a pipe. He looks more like a bank teller with his slick hair and oiled moustache than he does like any kind of law enforcement. "Slim ain't here," he says as you approach.
"But you're working with him," you answer.
"He's an honest fellow," the sheriff decalres.
"Honest fellows shoot men in the back?" you ask.
"Some do," the sheriff replies, "when the need comes." He pauses a moment to hit his pipe and says. "Let me explain something to you. You see that sign over there?" You turn to look at the sign he gestures towards, giving the new sheriff a perfect chance to shoot you in the back. If he had more to say, you never hear it.