Dodge City

Dodge City.

An old-western styled town, crafted by the hooves of earth ponies when it was only Celestia who ruled the throne. Commonly used for goods and services, it was a town for thriving despite being close to the deserts and wastelands. A simple train ride away from Appaloosa and you would be there within 25 minutes flat. As the sun shone through, casting its light and terrible heat upon the city with not a single cloud in the sky, many ponies were wandering about in the shade, or parasols in their grip. There was no breeze in the air, just an irritating humid atmosphere lingering. Many talked, the city was bustling and businesses were booming as per usual.

The train pulled into the station with a loud whine, wheels grinding to a halt. As the great mechanical snake released its final puff of smoke, and as the whistle screamed into the humid air, the doors slid open. Ponies swarmed out. Within the mass of multicoloured equines was a pink stallion. He wore a suit, a deep dark blue in colour with lighter shades for his tie and buttons, a yellow badge attached to the fabric which reflected the sun's light. His mane was unusually zig-zagged with different shades of both a pale yellow and a red. Eyes shifted side by side as he listened to the many, many conversations from all the different ponies, as if looking for something. Hearing for something.

Someone bumped into him. He let out a yelp and jumped, taking a few steps away from the crowd. Today was busy. Was there something going on?