Everything Happens in the Wild West - Large Mafia Game

[Caius]

There is a feeling shared in the town. Anger. Fury. A person is gone in the town. Its always a shame losing someone who has not done anything to be killed. Some people think it must happen, but others dont think that. FactionHeir was murdered yesterday, and someone was! That wasn't a suicide, that was a murder. Someone has to pay, and the people of the town agreed that Sarathos was. Some people discussed, but looks like Sarathos is the person who killed FactionHeir.
The bells of the town rang. It was the hour. There is no more time. Sarathos is scared. He is screaming, saying things about not being guilty, that he wasn't the killed, that he didnt have a gun.

But the town didnt show any sign of mercy. They were sure that Sarathos was the killer. They took their guns, but I, the sheriff, asked for a minute of silence. Everyone agreed, then I said:

We, the inhabitants of this lonely town, found you, yes, you Sarathos, the person who killed FactionHeir. Night is arriving, and your time has come. May the destinity tell us if we did the right thing!

*bang*

I shot. The bullet was directed at his heart. He fell without resistance. He was bleeding, and the rest of the townies was looking at Sarathos and how he was bleeding.

Good night all.