Tame the Sheriff
By J.D. Walker
Bulldog
I was on my way home after a boring day at the precinct shuffling paperwork and listening to my deputy chatter on and on about his daughter’s upcoming wedding.
My thoughts wandered as I drove, reflecting on the fact that most of my friends were in permanent relationships now. First, it had been Lanice and Ernie. Then Bo, the foreman of my ranch, had hooked up with Sam Kinsey, a buddy of mine who used to attend my weekly “barbecues”—a polite way of saying “orgies.” That had been a year ago, and they were still sappy together. I was actually relieved Bo had finally moved on. His unhealthy wishing and hoping that I might return his love one day had hurt him more than it would have ever hurt me.
Where had all the carefree, f**k for fun, single men g
