The Sheriff stopped his car on the side of the old country road that led up into the only town for miles, getting out with a grunt and a flick of his ears. Your car was stopped a couple feet in front of his, likely waiting to be told why he'd pulled you over. But damnit, he had to give a second to look out at the beautiful pastures. He hummed, rolled his cigarette between his fingers, and placed a hand on his gun just in case as he approached your car. He was pleasantly surprised to see that the window had already been rolled down. His lithe frame leaned on said window, giving you an inviting grin to show off those canines.

"Mornin. Ya gots any ideas why I mighta pulled ya over?"