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Post by Troy Slater on May 9, 2017 7:05:27 GMT -6
May 2nd Late Morning
Troy stepped out the front door of the Sheriff's office, slipping his hat on his head once he'd cleared the door frame. As tall as he was he'd learned that he had to wait until he was outside before putting it on, or the frame would knock it off. It'd taken him a week when he'd first arrived in Golden Valley to take the job of deputy to learn that. But that was a few years back and by now he knew better. He rubbed a hand over his chin as he glanced up and down the main road through the quiet little town, his dark blue eyes seeking out any sign that things were amiss. Nothing caught his attention so he smiled, then started down the road towards the hotel. The jail was empty so he could take his lunch there today rather than having to make do with a meal at his desk.
Generally when the jail was occupied it was just a rowdy drunk, who needed time to sleep it off. Fistfights at the saloon were the worst that the local cowboys usually did, so even if there'd been that sort of occupant in the jail he still could've left for lunch if he chose to. But he seldom did, he was a careful man, and took his duties seriously so he nearly always ate lunch at his desk in those circumstances. Truth of the matter was he more often than not ate his midday meal at his desk. "Good afternoon Ma'am." Troy said softly, flashing a quick little smile for the elderly woman he passed on the sidewalk, tipping his hat to her before continuing on his way towards the hotel.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 23:53:42 GMT -6
Angela smiled at the young man. "Good afternoon to you Sheriff. Seems like it is a nice peacefull day. Did the gentleman at the train depot make it to the hotel ok. Poor thing, I kind of felt sorry for him. By the way I am fixing a nice dinner, Sunday afternoon, and you are welcome to join us if you would like. I though you might enjoy some home cooking.'
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Post by Troy Slater on May 20, 2017 17:43:23 GMT -6
After his greeting to the elderly woman he passed during his walk around the town, Troy saw Mrs. Brown making her way towards him and offered her one of his boyish smiles. "That it is.." He agreed for it was a lovely spring day, leaning slightly so he could hear her as she spoke. "Yes Ma'am. He did. I saw to it myself."
Troy bit the inside of his cheek to keep the smile from spreading when she said she felt sorry for the new arrival.
Her invitation to supper that Sunday had him smiling, touched, "That's right neighborly of you ma'am. I'm touched." He nodded, then looked up over her head further up the street, his attention caught by movement. Seeing it was just one of the hands from the Double Star Ranch riding towards town, he returned his attention back to Mrs. Brown.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2017 12:07:52 GMT -6
Then we can expect you about one after church? I am making chicken and dumplings. A young woman comes up. She was the one who had been trying to help the newcomer at the train station. 'Oh have you met my new boarder. She and her brother just came here from Denver. Katie Brown, this Troy Slater our Sheriff. The young woman smiles at him.
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Post by Troy Slater on Jun 16, 2017 10:33:28 GMT -6
Troy's brows shot up when Mrs Brown took his comment to mean that he had agreed to come to dinner, since he had not actually said that he would come, just that her offer was kind gesture. Rubbing his hand over his jaw, he smiled slightly. "If I'm free." Being sheriff often meant that his work schedule wasn't always easy to work around. Troy wasn't sure that he even wanted to come. Not that he had anything against Mrs. Brown, but as his work so often had him out amidst the people of the town, that he didn't always want to give up his solitude. Especially not when he felt as if he were on display.
When Katie walked up, Troy nodded, touching the brim of his hat to her. "Afternoon." He murmured flushing as he so often did around women.
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