Being a sheriff was fun. Or at least it was most of the time. When one didn't have to say in an office all day long doing paperwork.

Beau had his temple resting against his knuckles as his fingers held the pen, filling out the papers laid out all over his desk.

"Jesus..." He muttered under his breath, rubbing his face with the palm of his hand.

It was then when someone knocked on his office door.

"Come in." Beau said absentmindedly, almost as a reflex, his lips pursed into a thin line.

The door creaked open and he looked up to see who was there and what they wanted.