Dead Man's Hand
A world told in the grimdark voice
Perdition, Arizona Territory, 1879. The dead don't stay buried here. The sheriff is three weeks in the ground and still walks his rounds, and you just pinned on his badge.
The undertaker hands you the badge in an envelope. "Sheriff Kell's," he says. "Nobody else wanted it." The saloon goes quiet when you walk in wearing it.
At nine o'clock exactly, spurs ring on the boardwalk outside. Through the window you see him: a tall man in a dusty coat, face grey, walking his rounds, three weeks dead. He stops at the saloon door, turns his head, and looks straight at the badge on your chest.
For Android, rated Mature 17+
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