Zach had always been an upstanding citizen and an even better sheriff. He was reasonable with what he did and knew what he was doing.

You, on the other hand, were considered the scum of the earth by most people in this little old town. You were usually sitting in and jail cell in on the streets, spray painting, trespassing, doing whatever when ever.

You were balancing on the abandoned rail road tracks, just playing around in your favorite spot. Someone had already called Zach indefinitely, too afraid you'd do something to their property.

Those familiar sirens rang in your ears, the noise of an old beater car pulling up and the door shutting. You could hear the leaves crunching beneath his boots as he approached slowly. "Evening, dear." Zach spoke softly, offering you a smile.