Sparks leapt into the air vanishing to blend in with the wide expanse of the night sky overhead. Spoons clattered and rattled against cans, as the small group of men sat under the stars eating their meager rations. Adam shifted feeling the weight of his new gun on the opposite hip from his old: McBride's gun.

The Sheriff spooned another mouthful of ration under his mustache before grunting as if he had remembered something and reached behind him, pulling out a sheathed knife and tossing it over to Adam, "Believe that belongs to you."

He caught it with one hand, and set the can he was eating from down beside his boot, pulling the knife from its sheath, only to see the familiar decorative glint. He felt his face flush a bit, and when he looked up at the sheriff, seeing the look on the man's face he knew that he knew.

He opened his mouth to speak, "I am so sorry sheriff, I really had no idea what came over me, I-"
The man's booming laugh cut him off mid apology, "No need to apologize to me boy. That man was nothing better than a crawly little maggot in my book, and deserved a lot more than losing a knife." He snorted and leaned back in his seat, "Why take it, though, you being such an upstanding citizen and all. Doesn't seem to fit your profile."

Adam, still a bit flushed, rubbed the back of his neck, "I.... well."

That's when Ramirez butted in, leaning over the fire and announcing in a very loud voice, "To impress a girl."

Adam turned a sharp glare down on Ramirez who was grinnin fit to burst.

"A girl!" The sheriff exclaimed, "Now that is something, isn't it. Why don't you go ahead and tell us about this girl."

Ramires rolled his eyes,"How about that time he dumped that girl, and decided to pine after her later."

Adam glowered so hard at Ramirez he hoped he would explode, but when no spontaneous combustion occurred, he simply sighed and slouched down in his seat, "Look, not to get into too many details or seem sorry for myself, but I'm not exactly in a great mental headspace to.... To be dating right now. It isn't fair to her, and I refuse to drag her into my mess, especially one she didn't sign up for."

Around the fire, he could see the other men rolling their eyes largely.

"If she's any kind of woman, it wouldn't matter.." One of them said, "A real woman's always got your back, covers you blind spots, and she's shooting when you reload. A real woman makes you a better man at the same time you make her a better woman.... Course that is assuming that you are any kind of man.'
Adam blew out through his cheeks long and drawn out, "Very poetic, deputy, but let's assume I'm not any kind of man.... At least not right now, and she doesn't deserve that."
"And so what, did you hope to find your manhood out here with the roughians and the hooligans." one of them asked motioning around at the planet behind him.

Adam sighed again, "Actually, no." he motioned to Ramirez, "that one dragged me out here to cheer me up, but since we've been here, I've been threatened, had a horrible hangover, been kicked in the face, kidnapped, threatened, fallen off a horse, and been kicked in the face a second time."

The group of men laughed, "Sounds like a good time!"

They laughed, and he laughed with them.

"Anyway, she likes weapons, loves them actually, any kind, so it made me think of her, and I thought that when I get back, maybe my apology would go better if I soften her up first."

The men eyed each other, "Or give her a weapon to carve you up with in her rage."

He snorted and smiled slightly, "I guess you're right about that. Anyway, I don't expect to get her back, not really, but I at least want to say sorry, man up and explain to her why I did what I did. I was so messed up at the time, that I didn't really provide a good explanation, and I think she deserved to know the truth. I am hoping this is a case of better late than never, and not a case of too little too late."

Ramirez sighed and shook his head but let it go.

The sheriff watched him with some interest, head tilted this way and that, scrutinizing him as if he was some strange looking crustation the man had found under a rock.

He stared down at the knife he now twisted between his two fingers before strapping it to his belt,

He expected the sheriff or one of the other deputies to keep going on about it, but they dropped the subject, and instead the sheriff leaned forward over the fire, "You boys did a pretty good job with those men back there. That was some good shooting, and back at the bar was some pretty good teamwork." he looked sidelong at Adam, "Now, I can't vouch for the intelligence of a man who would flying tackle a bandit off a horse at twenty miles an hour, but that remains to be seen I suppose."

Ramirez and Adam lifted their head in interest.

Adam raised an eyebrow, "You trying to say something sheriff."

The man paused scrutinizing them still, "Well McBride and his men have been bothering this community for a while now, and it needs to stop. Now we captured a few of them back there, but McBride is the one we are really after, without him his whole group falls apart and vanishes back into whatever cesspit they came from." he paused tapping his boot thoughtfully against the dirt, "We need good fighting men to help us take them down and you two...."

Ramirez and Adam both leaned forward in some measure of excitement eyes wide."

"And well, the two of you have more than proven your metal when it comes to the fighting aspect so..... I am more than willing to deputize you boys until we catch McBride, the help would be most appreciated."

"HELL YEAH!"

The sheriff almost fell off his log as the two of them jumped to their feet in vehement and unbridled excitement.

A few of the deputies just shook their heads.

"City folk." one of them whispered but the smile on his face made it clear enough that he didn't really mean anything by it.

"Calm down! Lest I rethink my offer," the sheriff muttered, clearly trying to appear more annoyed than he actually was. He stood, "Both raise your right hands or some shit, I don't know."

The two of them did as asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Now in the power vested in me by the Bramble county justice system bla bla, I hereby deputize you that you may bring justice and all that stuff or whatever. Do you swear to protect this county and all the citizens in it."

"We swear."

He grunted, "Good."

The two men stared at him, grinning expectantly, "What?"

"You know what."

He sighed, grumbled, and walked over to his saddle, reaching into the bag and pulling out two shiny golden badges both in the shape of a star. He tossed them across the topen fire at the two men, "Here, and try not to wet yourselves."

They didn't wet themselves of course

But there was certainly a moment of girlish screaming and jumping up and down around the fire that probably shouldn't have been done in front of a group of other men whose respect they were trying to gain.

When they sat back down finally clearing their throats and awkwardly adjusting their hats, the other men stared at them with some measure of both amusement and concern, though no one said anything.

Of course neither of them really cared.

Ramirez was still admiring his badge when a sudden frown came over his face, and he reached down to his shirt, "Damn it."

Adam tilted his head,"What."

"Hole in my shirt."

He turned to see that there was, indeed, a hole in his shirt.

"Shit, I liked this shirt."
"Oh stop bitching and hand it over."

"What."

"Just give me the damn shirt."

Ramirez did as told, though as he handed it over, the suspenders of his pants now hanging down at his sides he looked up grinning, "If you wanted to see me shirtless, you could have just asked."

Adam, not looking up from the hole replied, "I'll be interested in your sweaty man boobs when hell freezes over."

There was some light chuckling form around the fire as Adam reached into his bag and pulled out a small sewing kit. The group of men watched as he deftly threaded a needle, wetting the end of the thread with saliva before threading it through the small hole. Within the next few seconds he was pulling the hole in the shirt closed until it was neatly stitched back up and he handed it back to Ramirez .

He stared looking between Adam and the repaired shirt, "dude.... This... this is clean... since when have you known how to sew."

Adam looked almost offended, "Seriously ramirez, think about who my mother is for five secons."

"I mean yeah, but you didn't exactly strike me as the sitting in the living room sewing with mom type."

Adam crossed his arms, "I had a life once. Before I joined the UNSC I used to make my own costumes for conventions. My mother taught me everything she knows, and since I didn't have a lot of friends at school I got pretty good at it."

"Next you'll be telling me you can knit."

"Dude I will Knit or crochet you the best damn scarf you've ever worn and maybe a nice pair of mittens to go along with it."

They stared at each other neither breaking eye contact.

"I make a mean beanie."

Ramirez began to laugh, "You never cease to amaze me. What else can you do. I mean, you can Knit and crochet, and sew."

"I am also pretty handy at cross-stitching, embroidery, and needlepoint."

The other men around the fire began to laugh, though it was good natured enough.

Adam shrugged, "Laugh all you want, but I never had to worry about holes in my pants."

"That it"

He paused and shook his head, "Well, no. I used to be able to do makeup ok, just for the costumes I did, could practically change the structure of my face. I was pretty good at it, I would say." he frowned, rubbing his chin a bit, "I mean there were a lot of the things my mother and father taught me how to do..."

"Why.... why did you stop. That all seems fun."

Adam paused, and then shrugged, "I.... well, I joined the UNSC and then didn't really have time to do those things anymore. They just sort of... fell away until I kind of forgot I could even do them.... It was the same with riding horses and woodworking."

"You used to draw too, didn't you."

Adam shrugged, "A little, probably could have been pretty good if I had practiced, but there wasn't really time to do that either."

One of the deputies prodded the fire with a stick, "Let your job kind of take over your life, didn't you."

He paused and shrugged, "I guess."

"Not something that's good for a man." The sheriff gestured around the circle, "The boys here all have things they like doing outside work. I mean I own a little farm. I like getting my hands in the dirt, and watching things grow. Clayton over there makes his own booze, and is pretty good at if I don't say so myself. Tom there and his girl like to go dancing, won a few competitions, haven't you Tom."

Adam rubbed the back of his head, "Well I do have things outside my work I like to do, like flying or, watching vintage movies."

"You're a fighter pilot, Adam, so that doesn't count, and sci-fi movies are too close to home."

He sighed, "Fine, fine, maybe I let the life take me over a little too much."

Ramirez snorted, "Maybe.... Maybe?"

"Ok yeah, I DID for sure."

"Don't lose yourself kid. The moment you allow your job to define you, there is always the chance it could be taken away, and then you'd lose your identity all together."

Adam grimaced at the thought, but realized they were.... Right.

What was he?

And there walsall the possibility in the world that he could lose his job. He wasn't sure how it could be done, but he was sure it could happen. There was always the possibility of politics chasing him out of his role if he got too important. Or perhap, he would just get to old, and they wouldn't trust him anymore.

Either way, one day he was going to be out of a job, and when that happened, he needed to make sure he was stable enough to handle it. And if he couldn't handle his real life, right now, then he was sure that he wouldn't be able to handle himself if he lost it.

"Get some sleep, all of you, we ride out tomorrow.... To catch a train."

The men grumbled and maneuvered their saddles into more comfortable positions leaving one man on watch for that night.

Adam leaned back against his saddle to stare up at the stars.

There was.... An overwhelming sense of vertigo that came with looking up, a familiar sensation he had had since childhood. The stars overhead were comforting and familiar, but tonight they also seemed distant. They had been distant for a while, he supposed, and the thought left him with a deep well of sadness.

When had it been, when had he lost it..... The wide eyed childish love for what he did.

When had he become so.... So lost.

Was there a moment he could pinpoint, was there an instance he could look back on and see?

Or had it come on slowly pernicious and insidious creeping up on him slowly from behind to tackle him and bind him with such doubts and indecision.

He closed his eyes, and in his dreams he flew through the sky trailing his fingers through he stars.