<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBF40">Betty Richardson</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Admin/BkFill/Default_image_group/2011/11/18/1321638328207/A-women-smoking-inside-a--007.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40">"Yeah, Sheriff, I think I'll be okay. Just a little upset is all. Ain't every mornin' you come across something so gruesome. Paul is goin' give me an earful when he hears about this..."</span>Betty said with a sigh. Paul was a bit protective and she knew that he would be rather upset when he found out she had been the one to find the body. He'd ask her what the hell she was thinking, getting out of the car like that--even stopping the car for that. She could have just drove around, after all. Paul was a sweet man, but sometimes she could do without his lectures. Hell, she had just imagined how the whole thing would play out already, and now she was going to have to go home and get a repeat.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40">"Thanks for comin' out. Our last Sheriff would have just ignored it. He was always skeptical to the point where he didn't even bother. Nice ta see someone cares," </span>with that, Betty waved goodbye. She looked a bit pale still, but she had her wits about her and that was really all that matter. She started her car, but then took a pause before leaving, rolling her window down. She poked her head out and called over one of the troopers she knew who smoked, tossing him the rest of her pack,<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "Here, take these. I'm tryin' ta quit."</span>At that, she drove off wondering what kind of beer she should get on the way home to ease Paul's nerves.