The Badge

The sheriff tossed a small object down on the desk. It was a shiny badge like the one pinned to his own shirt. Early stared at it for a long time. He had never envisioned himself as a peace officer, not even once.Look, you've been out of work for a while, Mr. Early. Maybe you won't mind earning a few dollars. You handle yourself well in a fight, but you're smart enough to know it's best to settle things without fighting. There's no one else I respect more or would choose to have by my side in tough situations.A voice from behind Early startled him. He'll take the job.The sheriff laughed. Thank you, Mrs. Early. All right, Tom, I know you're too smart to fight with Jane. Let's settle this matter now. Take the badge.