Abby McAdams, a local accountant who also happened to be the daughter of the Fire Chief, said and leaned into Tate. She ran her finger along her pearl necklace and titled her head to the side as if examining Tate. “Well, I appreciate that, Abby.” Tate smiled, wanting to mention for the millionth time that the Sheriff was retiring from his term early and this election was more a technicality than a “tight race.” Tate glanced behind the bar at his buddy Matt who insisted he come out tonight. Matt Everson and his brother Cam bought the bar a while back and “re-vamped” it. The brothers were well liked and their bar was where most folks in town came to blow off some steam. Tate had a lot of paperwork to get done but after several texts and a few calls from Matt and Luke, saying that he needed to “mingle with the community” more, he abandoned the paperwork and went to The Dust Bucket. Tate was known and liked by the town, but Sheriff Branch had some big shoes to fill and not everyone was excited about Tate stepping up.
