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The Last Sheriff of San Antonia

Mr. Henry Carver went to work at his father's furniture store after he was done with school. He had worked real hard and made enough in the years he had been working there to travel to Memphis, Tennessee and back and spend about a week there. It was a month long travel for him, back and forth. When he got back, he had learned his father's, Mr.Yatkins Carver, furniture store had been robbed and his father had broken his leg trying to chase after the robbers and tripping. Henry got down on himself hard to knowing that if he had still been there, he would have stopped them criminals and stopped his father from being hurt. The worst part was, it had been a week since it had happened, and the Sheriff had not done one bit of investigating or finding the robbers. Henry was damn near well upset.

At the next town meetings, where the men sat and discussed what to go on, Henry stood up from the crowd and insulted the current Sheriff Togid was a corrupt and lazy individual. Now, Henry would have looked like a fool if it was not widely known and true that the Sheriff took bribes and looked the other way when some people made a ruckus. One of those people was David Juper, Henry's cousin who was just bad news when he was not controlled. Sheriff Togid would nod off after drinking a bottle of whiskey given to him by David, or one of his friends, which allowed them to do whatever the please and not get in any trouble about it. The deputies were just as bad, but they were just following orders. The town's mayor, looking at a re-election in four months decided to revoke Sheriff Togid of his post and put Henry in charge, if he would have it.

Sure, sir Mr.Mayor. I'll do it...

... I'll do a fine job, sir, one that will make San Antonia known as the safest town in all of the Pacific Coast of America!

Sheriff Henry Carver was now on the job, protecting justice. He may have been naive of how much he could actually change, but he was trying very hard to do so. He would fine those people for the minor charges, and never take bribes, giving David and his fellers a warning the first time they tried to do that. He would walk down main street, and people would give him the respect that he deserved for making the town of San Antonia the safest it had ever been in the three generations it had been in existence.

There were two names that made people look up and glance, now, in San Antonia. The large Juper family tree and the narrow Carver family. Of the Juper tree, David Juper was the one that most people knew, and avoided, in public. This was to come to a most grievest climax one day in August. As it went, told by a deputy:

David Juper, Harry Morris, Joviah Banxster, and three other accomplises were making a rough time at the Whiskey Hole. Sheriff Carver came in and ordered the men to stop on the offense of "disturbing the peace." Every man, except David Juper, stopped in their tracks. Juper continued and Sheriff Carver gave him an explicit warning before detaining him and taking him back to jail.

His aunt Georgia Juper came to talk to Henry Carver about letting him go, being blood and all. But Henry said he could not show any lax to any man he put in that cell. David continued to yell swears until he fell asleep from exhaustion. The next day, Henry released David and fined him, to which David stuck down his backside and wiped his ass with the paper.

Next morning, David and his five friends were gone, and had done quite a bit of petty vandalism the night before they left. Boards of woods were broken up, and few broken windows were to be found along main street. People looked at Sheriff Carver for protection, which he promised that they were "superficial cuts to San Antonia, but nothing that we cannot heal together." Sheriff Carver still had the support of the townspeople and the mayor. Inside, however, he was still worried at what David might do if he and his gang were to ever come back. David was just a person looking for some attention in a big family, and he acted out.

The David Jay Gang, as it was known in San Antonia at the time so as not to embarrass the large Juper family, was said to have traveled Northeast, at first accounts that came back, first just vandalizing and stealing small things, then moving their way up to stores, and finally banks. Some say that the David Jay Gang had done a few train robberies, but there was never any clear evidence has some suspected that none of them were smart enough to pull one off. Their robberies always left people injured and a few deaths. The David Jay gang was trouble, big trouble.

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