Finishing her coffee, she put away the cup and climbed the stairs wearily. In her room, she stripped and washed up, before blowing out the lights and climbing into bed. She lay on her back staring at the ceiling, wondering what tomorrow would bring. Some days, she felt more like a babysitter than a sheriff, fixings everyone's problems. She sighed and rolled onto her side, thinking about the morning. She would need to tell Monty about the boys coming, he could deal with them.