A Ranger Father Faced The Sheriff After His Son Came Home Hurt

He’s in.

It was a warning disguised as information.

I nodded once.

Drew stayed behind me as we entered the sheriff’s office. Carl Gaines did not stand. He sat behind his desk with his boots up and a coffee mug in one hand, uniform shirt pulling tight across his stomach, badge catching the overhead light. He smiled before I spoke.

That smile told me he continue reading …