30 Minutes Post #3

I remember the day old Sheriff Richard Dusty waltzed into the the  local hospital kicking up a storm. He was screaming  and hollering about wanting to shoot that Jeremy Jefferson boy for shaming his daughter. That was the way he put it at least. The boy was recuperating on the third floor of the hospital from a broken ankle, which he got from hopping out of Jessica Dusty's bedroom window as the old sheriff was coming up the stairs, or at least that's what the neighbors said. It was pretty much the talk of the town for weeks. Nothing that rambunctious has happened since that little liar Madison finch swore she saw the loc ness monster in old Robertson Bay.

"Lemme at him! I want that boys head under my boot."

"Now now sheriff, let's just calm down. You don't need to go making a fuss. And Nobody needs to be under nobodies boot."

They said five nurses had to hold him back, and that the sheriff though not as young as he used to be was like a young bull the way he was bucking and hollering. The funny thing is, the Docs were thinking of tranquilizing him.

"You sorry sacks best get of out my way or I'm gonna put the lot of you in jail for a night!" Right as he says that, Sarah miller, ya know that dean miller boys mama, well she stands up and gives the sheriff a mean look.

"Sheriff i do believe you don't have the right to lock anyone up, and if anything you should lock yourself up, for trying to hurt an injured boy."

"Mrs.Miller mind your own business. How many times have I pulled you over for speeding, but let you off with a warning," The sheriff said, and boy you should've seen Sarah millers face as she sat back down, a red as the stop signs she speeds past.

Unfortunately for them, but fortunately for us, the sheriff managed to lose them and he was running up them stairs like, ya know, that Usain bolt fella. I hear if you go ask Mr. Michaels, the security man, he'll let you see the tape for a dollar.

 So he get's to the third floor right, and he's making his way about, looking for the door that has that Jefferson boys name on it right, and he finds it, but you know there's more then one Jeremy Jefferson in town. Sheriffs got his gun cocked and he's closing in on that door, and just as the sheriff opens the door, he comes face to face with 80 year old Jeremy Jefferson, who at that time was having a sponge bath. They say the sheriff was greener than a fresh banana. And just as he's about to release the contents of his stomach who should come whizzing by in a wheel chair, it's young Jeremy Jefferson, and here's the catch. Sitting in his lap is Jessica dusty. Now if that ain't something, i don't know what is.