Sheriff Burkett has a stranglehold on Drygultch. He owns the saloon, the merchantile, he even owns the bank. The poor settlers of Drygultch are up to their eyeballs in debt to the man.
Where’d he get all the riches to acquire such a lovely place as Drygultch in the first place?
Well, they say he made a deal with Ol’ Little Horn himself and now he’s well protected. They say when the sun hits him just right, his eyes got a red sheen, and you can see heatwaves coming off him.
What’s a group of pals to do? Well, rob the no-good son-of-a-biscuit, of course!
Now get to it, and uh…
Don’t get caught!
