The story so far… Old Wives’ Tale
Sheriff Marshall Mason drove up in the department’s brown and gold Ford Explorer. Disregarding the dirt track leading to Roxie’s house, he left deep ruts along the grassy fence line.
Roxie and Casper, the construction foreman refurbishing her old family home, were waiting at the carport.
Mason, Casper and Roxie had been classmates and friends from kindergarten through high school.
Roxie greeted Mason as he climbed down from the cab.
“Marshall…” Roxie held out her hand for him to shake.
“It’s Sheriff.” Mason stiffened, ignoring her gesture.
“You always were the witty one,” she said, surprised by his chilly reception.