Sooo, here we are again. :) Welcome to the sequel with Rango, Beans, Rattlesnake Jake, Bill and his gang and some more. Enjoy. ;)

1. Tough guy

Priscilla gathered her water toys together, which she had used today on the lake. Again a day came to an end. And it had been a great day on the beach. Like often. Sometimes it became boring, but better a boring day with water than without water. When the night came over the town, the townspeople left the beach and went into the town. Some of them into their houses, the others into the saloon. That's the way, which the town used to do. A usual day. But today it was unusual that Priscilla forgot one of her toys when she controlled them at home. For this reason, she was compelled to walk back to the beach to look for her lost toy. She didn't want to wait until tomorrow. She heard the voices from the saloon when she went along the street. The lake lay dark and silent in his water basin. The surface was unruffled and unmoved. In contrast to the day.

She walked between beach chairs and folded sun umbrellas, always looking for her toy.

She stopped when she saw a silhouette of a little figure, which stand not far away from the town. He wore cowboy clothes and a hat. He seemed to look to the moon.

The eye-eye animal walked few steps forward and watched the dark person, who didn't move.

The girl was not afraid. She knew who was standing there.

It was a usual picture for six days.

Priscilla yawned tiredly. She ate her breakfast like every morning, and stood on the front door of the funeral home. A new day. Maybe with new people. But she couldn't see a stranger between the familiar faces who walked on the street.

Her glance stopped in the direction of the jail, where a familiar person opened the door.

She left her watching place and walked over to the jail terrace.

The person lifted her hat.

"Good morning, little sister," Rango greeted with a warm smile.

She didn't reply his greeting. Instead, she looked at him thoughtfully and neutral glance.

His eyes were tired. She saw that immediately. His posture bowed but Rango corrected it very fast and held his head as proud as he could. And… she chuckled.

"Anything wrong?" Rango asked unsurely.

"Uh… maybe you should correct it after your next toilet tour."

She pointed down at him. He looked down. He blushed and closed his zipper.

"Sorry…. I forgot."

Her face got a pitying expression. "You're okay?"

"Of course. Why do you ask?"

"I just thought…"

"I'm fine. Tell me, what's going on in town."

He bent down to her and looked at her curiously. "Some bad guys around here to visit the jail?"

His smile was pretended. Like the most time. Priscilla knew that but she didn't say anything.

"No strangers here," she answered simply.

"Okay. Tell me if you see a suspect person. I wish you a good day."

She kept silence when he walked down the sidewalk. All seemed to be usual.

But she knew he played a comedy.

The talks in saloon broke off when Rango entered the room.

Some people cleaned their throats and continued their talks. Rango didn't pay attention to them. He went ahead to the bar and knocked on the wooden long table.

"Buford. A double cactus."

"Strong drink early in the morning," the toad said surprised. "Something happen?"

"Uh… no. Nothing. I just thought, start the morning with a strong drink, and you will be strong for the rest of the day."

The toad raised an eyebrow, but he didn't say more. He brought the drink and Rango picked it up.

"Do you want to ride somewhere?" Buford asked while he cleaned a glass.

"Mmmmh. I don't think so," Rango answered. "There is nothing around here. No strangers, no robbers, nothing."

He downed the glass in one gulp. Then he put it down, turned around and left the room.

"If someone asks for me, I'm in my office."

He winked at the people and walked through the doors outside.

Elgin and Spoons exchanged glances.

"He really seems to be okay," Spoons muttered.

"Tough guy."

With relief, Rango arrived the jail office. After he had closed the door, he leaned against it and took a deep breath. He crossed his hands on his back and looked down on the floor.

A new day, but it was a usual day. A usual day since he became sheriff of that town. But something was different than his first sheriff day. Something was empty. Empty outside. An empty house. And an empty place inside him.

He lifted his head and walked to the mirror. With neutral glance, he looked into it.

He sighed deeply.

Life goes on. That's the best what you can do.

He smiled, but he realized it wasn't real. Indeed. It was a faked face…

Next chapters comes soon...