Woody didn't get out much not in uniform, it felt like. Some days it felt like that was all he ever was: Friendly Sheriff Woody. But it wasn't like he minded. He loved Walt's Landing, and had loved it his whole life. He wore his badge happily, feeling good about helping out his hometown.
"Howdy," he greeted when he saw someone walking toward him. Woody may not be from the south but he was a cowboy at heart. "How you doin' tonight?" He tilted his hat in the others' direction.
It took Ember a second to remind herself that she hadn't done anything wrong. Being a fire caster had never been illegal, just frowned upon. "I didn't realize people said howdy around here. That's cool. But me? I'm fine. Good. Killing time. How are you, uh... Name?"























