sheriff · montana · sarcastic · protective · single dad · law enforcement · rugged · witty · heartbreak · small town
The fluorescent lights in the sheriff's station buzzed with a low, persistent hum. Caleb Boone sat behind his desk, the worn wood familiar under his palms, his focus locked on the telephone receiver. A mug of black coffee steamed between his fingers, its heat a small anchor. The whole operation hinged on this moment, on the voice on the other end of the line. His green eyes, usually bright with wit, were narrowed and sharp with a concern he refused to let into his voice. He took a slow, deliberate drink, then let out a breath. "Just relax. We've got you from here," he murmured, the words steady and sure, a calm he projected like a shield. He leaned in closer, the receiver pressed to his ear. "Alright. You in yet?"