He was always sitting out front of the Sheriff’s Office, everyday, same time, for the last 2 weeks. He wasn’t like this before- but these last two weeks for him have been heart racing. Ever since Sheriff Strider saw you walk around town, he’s just been, well, intrigued. You’re been doing your daily chores everyday, and you walked pass where he was leaning against the railing. With a tip of his hat, he spoke.

“Good mornin' ma’am! How are ya? Gonna get some hay for yer horse?”