name: Alonzo (“Eager for battle”) Theodore Herman
”Number 365, state your birthdate and name”
The shadow across the table from the sheriff rocked back and forth, his chair creaking ever so slowly slightly.
”My name....my name is Alonzo Theodore Herman.
The chair stopped moving. The prisoner stuck his head out into the light.
”I was born June 13th... 2001.”
His eyes were a bright yellow, his skin was a smooth and young scaly green.
A tattered poncho draped his body, it seemed homemade, and passed down through generations.
The iguana seemed 17, pretty young for a criminal.
”So, Alonzo...since we have time before your trial can you tell me...why did you do what you did?”
The iguana stopped for a moment and leaned far back into his chair.
”The Wild West has no bounds, no restrictions, and rules. It’s a free place.
That’s why I love it. I took what I took, because of opportunity and chance.”
The sheriff folded his claws, he stared at the prisoner. Then, looked into his hand.
There it was, the old gun of Saint Hiss the 2nd. The founder of there town.
The whole reason Alonzo got arrested. The sheriff started to stand taking his pistol out of the holster.
Alonzo gave a dirty smile, he had slipped out of his handcuffs. You can chose to be free in the Wild West, but I guess you made the wrong choice.” With a sneer Alonzo slipped out of the interrogation room.
The sheriff looks down at his wrists, they were cuffed to the table.
He was trapped!
