Dustveil Jail is the town’s small sheriff’s office: a front desk and ledger, two iron-bar cells, an evidence locker, and a bell rope by the door. It holds drunks, rustlers, and short-term cases until fines are paid or a county rider comes through. Weapons are peace-wrapped at the threshold and checked if you’re booked; visiting is daylight only, one at a time, through the bars. The jail doubles as a muster point—wanted notices on the wall, spare badges in a drawer, and a cot for the deputy on late rail nights.
