He also felt odd when he geared up for work. When he clipped the badge to his belt and slipped on hi
He also felt odd when he geared up for work. When he clipped the badge to his belt and slipped on his shades everything went into focus. He knew exactly what he needed to do and how to achieve it, nothing from his personally life distracted him. He was the Sheriff’s marshal and gave nothing less than his best. Using all his abilities and skills. He loved every moment of it. When his uniform came off he still loved it. Knew he loved it, but his memory of just what it was he did, what his assignments were, they were a bit of a blur and whenever he tried to remember he found his mind drifting. It was the oddest thing. Finally he just stopped worrying about it and accepted it. He did love being the Sheriff’s and that was what really mattered after all. -- source link