It was time to right some wrongs, fight for justice! He attempted a stealthy squint from between the brim of his Stetson and the brightly decorated handkerchief tied around his face. He could hear the approaching stagecoach and his hand moved closer to the patient pistol, resting in it's holster. Breath warm on his face and eyes fixed with purpose. It was about time this gentlemanly highwayman got himself to the office!