Chapter 12“Well, well, well,” a sly voice spoke into the fog. “Sheriff Dylan Brody asleep at his desk. Tsk tsk.”
“Shut up, Jesse,” Dylan muttered. “Why are you so wide awake?” Rubbing his aching eyes, he glared at the younger man, who seemed to be bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement.
“You're getting soft, old man,” Jesse teased.
“Let me guess, you caught a few winks in your nice, warm soft bed, with your nice, warm soft wife in your arms. You didn't trek all night through the prairie and then sit your a*s down on a rock-hard chair and stay awake six more hours. If you had, I bet you'd be much less chipper right now.”
Jesse shrugged. “Semantics. Listen, boss, why don't you head out? As you said, I'm wide awake and ready to take over. If I'm not mistaken, you also have a wa
