Jonathan was standing outside his vehicle, when a woman, a pretty woman at that, pulled up in a jeep and got out. She did not seem to see him, but he saw her and he liked what he saw. She was a pink sweatshirt and a purple knit hat, which clashed horribly, but it was cute somehow. He wondered if she was one of the locals, or was just passing through. It looked like he was about to find out.

The office of the sheriff, was an old brick building. He stepped into the office, to find a long, low wall cutting the room in two. There were chairs lined up, like in a barber shop, and a few older men sat in them. The old men stared at him as he passed and one waved. He waved back. On of the men looked like a Native American. He felt vaguely foolish for noting this, but they again he had never met one before.

In the middle of the wall was a desk, with the name placard of one Deputy Michael Fishburn. A big bellied, mustached man sat behind the desk, wearing a blue uniform. He was chatting amiably with the girl he had seen outside. He a balding head, with a gray comb-over and a good laugh lines.

"I figure this new doctor can do something about my sciatica. It's been Hell recently. I told Debbie that if he can't, I'm likely to drink myself to death." The deputies voice was a deep bass, which went with his corpulent figure. The doctor though that he would make the perfect Santa Claus, come Christmas, if he let his beard grow out a bit, to go with his mustache. 

The doctor crossed over to the desk and said, "Excuse me, but I'm supposed to meet the mayor here. I'm the new doctor."