We Don’t Call the Sheriff for That

Down home, we don’t call the sheriff for everything.

Hell, we barely call him for anything.

Half the time it takes hours—maybe days—for them to show up anyway.

A scream in the woods?

Could be a bobcat.

Could be a person.

Either way, we wait.

A fight behind the bar?

They’ll sort it out.

Especially if nobody pulls a weapon.

A car peeling tires at midnight?

Somebody’s uncle is already on the porch with a rifle slung over his shoulder.

The sheriff only gets called when the dust settles—when it’s finally safe for someone to stand around, ask questions, and write it all down.