the sheriff Pride #1

Hearing your greeting gave me just the push I needed to find my footing. I took a firm grip on the brim of my hat, swung it up onto my head with a steady tug, and pushed myself upright against the baseboard. My cloth legs wobbled for half a second, but I planted my boots down flat against the hardwood. Right in front of me sat a massive pair of blue sneakers leaning against the nightstand like twin boulders. Everything in this room is built on an enormous scale, but standing tall and knowing you are out there makes all the difference.