The sheriff looked at the tumbleweed strewn road as it wended it's way across the rocky desert before losing itself amidst the distant snow capped mountains. He longed to travel that road, to put the town behind him for good but the responsibility of the badge weighed heavily upon him, he had taken an oath to be the guardian of this town. Looking into the only unbroken window of the saloon, he saw no reflection of himself looking back, only the image of an empty street of a dead town. Still the badge held him. He could never leave.