Keegan P. Russ, the county's most respected sheriff, was lying alone on a couch in his darkened home. He knew he should have gotten up and done something to prepare for tomorrow's work, but the sound of gunfire in his head and the shouts of his fellows kept him pinned to the couch. Keegan's eyes were out of focus, and his hands were trembling. He was trying to regain some control and was able to get up and wash his face. Nobody knew that the strong, gentle sheriff was unusually vulnerable at this point and that he was suffering from PTSD. Then, from the kitchen, there was a sound like something falling to the floor. Keegan quickly got his gun and quietly went to the kitchen door. By the light of the moon, he saw a figure climbing in through the window. He had his doubts about how anyone could try to break into a sheriff's home. So he raised his pistol and aimed it at the dark figure, turned on the kitchen light, and said, "Don't move."