Sheriff Greyfur woke up, the sunlight in his eyes. He got out of his cot, and looked across at the cell in front of him. In it, was a human, who was, more or less, recovering from having something too strong for him to drink.
The werewolf stood up, grabbed a bucket, walked over to the cell, and tossed the contents on the human.
The human woke up sputtering. "What the-"
"Be glad that's just water, and not something else."
The human looked at him, and groaned. "My head hurts."
"Guzzling down Fredrick's Firewater will do that to you," said Greyfur. "Now, come here."
The human walked forward.
"Put your arms through the bars."
The human did so, and Greyfur tied his hands together. He then opened the door, and stepped inside, where he lifted the human's shirt, and dropped their pants.
"Just get it over with," the human said. "You're just going to eat me afterwards."
"Don't tempt me with that proposition," said Greyfur. "Besides, I'm not going to rape you; I'm going to wash you."
"And, just what are you going to- AHHHH That Stings! What are you doing? Pissing on me?"
"You wish," said Greyfur. "Hot water and soap, not to mention a washcloth."
"It shouldn't hurt like that," the human muttered.
"I should have the Doc look at you," said Greyfur. "You're all covered in bruises and such."
"Why should you care?" the human asked. "You're just going to eat me anyways."
"We have an ordinance that's against that," said Greyfur. "Except for certain exceptions, but, thankfully for you, getting drunk, and punching my Deputy isn't one of them, although he wishes it was. As it is, you're going to be stuck here for a month, cleaning the place out; Doc had to pull three of Charlie's teeth out, and he hates that."
"Damn cat snuck up on me," said the human.
"Cats do that," said Greyfur. "Didn't give you the right to hit him. Anyplace else, you'd be dead by now, if not worse."
"Like I give a damn," the human said. "You monsters control everything, and never let humans do what they want."
"Doesn't give you an excuse for breaking the law," said Greyfur, as he finished washing the human. He then grabbed a dry towel, and started rubbing the human down.
"I can wash and dry myself," the human said.
"Maybe if you behave yourself," said Greyfur. He soon finished, took the stuff out of the cell, closed the door, and untied the human.
The human redressed himself, and went back to his cot.
"What's your name?"
The human looked at him. "John, not that you care about it."
"Last name?"
The human looked at the cell wall on the other side of him. "Let's just leave it at Smith."
Greyfur nodded. "Alright, John Smith. Now, if you were better behaved, I might let you call me Richard, or Rich, or even Dick, but, until then, Sheriff Greyfur is what you'll address me as, or just plain Sheriff."
"How about if I called you Son of a Bitch?"
Greyfur shook his head. "Let's leave my mother out of this."
He then left the office, and looked around. He looked over at the saloon, which was playing some rather bawdy music. He looked at the brothel, which always had a woman available for him. He then looked over at a traveling medicine salesbeast, which was drawing quite a crowd, with plenty of claims about what their elixirs did.
He went towards.....
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