She walked through town to her house and walked in. She walked into the kitchen and begin making a pot of coffee, she was to edgy to sleep. She sat down at the small kitchen table, and mused over the adventures of the day. A frantic knocking on the door brought her back to earth. The work of a sheriff was never done. She got up with a sigh and went to answer the door.

There is a guy trying to start a fight in the cafe, the kid at the door panted. I think he might be drunk. Jessica nodded and grabbed her gun belt and hat. She closed the door behind her and jogged towards the cafe. If the guy was really drunk he was going to be difficult, but she could handle it. There was no reason to bother Chase, he had had just as busy and tiring day.