The Sheriff stared at his little TV in the station in disbelief for a few minutes.
"Aw, damnit, why'd my momma have t' go an' be right about the end o' the world..."
He made sure that his six shooter was loaded, threw on his duster and went outside, grabbing the loudspeaker on the way. He walked out to the stable and got Barbara, his horse.
"Come on girl, we gotta make sure tha townsfolk don't go a killin' each other. And why tha hell did Bobby have to go an' see his family in California, I could use his help."
The Sheriff made his way through the streets, having to pacify an amazingly small amount of townsfolk, once he had some basic things in order, he headed out to the farmlands to pass information on to the few homes that didn't have televisions.