I'm one of those tough as nails lawman. I lay down the law in Big Sky. It's my town. What I say goes. Do I always go by the book? Well the answer is no. Have I ever broke the law? The answer is no as well. It's more a question of bending the law somewhat. My town is safe and a somewhat clean town. Except for the garbage on the edge of town. I let the kids handle them though.

I don't wear my heart on my sleeve either. My kids are another story to me. I had a good role model in that department. Us Morgan's may love our job, but family comes first. Has been that way since before me and will stay that way. Life seems almost whole again since my wife died with my grandkids in the picture then. I show them pictures of their grandmother wanting them to know her in some way.

Some of my first memories of are my old man coming home from a long day at work. Right inside the doorway he would take off his gun belt and hang it up beside the door along with his old hat that I swear was rotting away. My mother would be waiting and he would pull her into his embrace kissing her, and holding her to him for a few moments. It wasn't until I was married and had my own kids that I understood this. Now I would give anything to have those moments with my own wife back.

He'd go straight to the crib then and look down at my baby brother asleep in the crib with a smile on his face. After that he would head to my other brother and I and hug us both. Then it was time to wash up and have supper. There was never any talk of his work at the table. At that time I had no idea what he did all I knew is he wore this shiny star on his chest. Some nights his brothers would join us as well and they wore the same stars on their chests.

By the time I was ten I knew what I was going to be when I grew up. The sheriff of Gallatin County, just like my old man and his before him. A Morgan had been the sheriff of the town since the beginning of it. My dad was my hero. My uncles came and went from town branching out to parts unknown that I had no desire to see. Everyone in town knew who my dad was and my grandfather. I was thirteen when my grandfather was killed in a shootout. One that Big Sky shouldn't have been in. They'd been called in to a neighboring county to help settle the dispute.

That week of the funeral the town was taken over by Morgan's. Cousins that I had never met before and would probably never see again till the next time a funeral rolled around. Day after the funeral the only Morgan's left in town was my old man and my brothers and I.

I joined the force when I turned eighteen. I lived and breathed by the code of the Morgan family. Unlike my brothers who lit out as soon as they had graduated from high school. They could have the bright lights of those cities I had no need for them. The stars were more than enough for me.

I was twenty years old when we were called in to back up some High Mountain Rangers up in the mountains. That was the day I met Sarah. There had been a few girls before her, but none of them stayed in Big Sky. I knew from the moment I saw her she was for me. There was just one obstacle in my way and that was her twin brother. That didn't detour me though. Three months later we were married. A year later we had a daughter and named her Sawyer. We were only blessed with one more child and that was Jacob. Seven wonderful years later my life was shattered when word came that she'd died in a high mountain rescue. From that I've never really recovered, but I had to go on for my children.

My wife's twin brother blamed himself for the accident and became a recluse up in the mountains. I would check on him from time to time trying to get the notion out of his head, but he wouldn't listen. I for one never blamed him. Sarah died doing something she loved doing. I let the job fall to my kids when they became teenagers to go and check on him. Speaking of my kids both of them joined me at the office. It's still a family business. Jake he's settled down with Satori Vanderson, and given me two grandchildren that I absolutely love and adore.

Marlon is six now and his baby sister Sarah is three. Jake just gave us the best news as well that he and Satori are expecting again. Can't wait to hold another precious baby in my arms. Satori has lost both of her parents so I'm the only grandparent still alive. I'm going to be there for them whenever I'm able to do so. With Marlon I'm already taking some time off now and then. Going to his school functions. Getting to celebrate grandparents day with him and Sarah. I'm definitely counting my blessings after all I've lost. Every time Jake goes up the mountain he leaves some pictures for Silas since he's never around to face anyone.

I didn't prospect the the Wild Wolves MC like my father and generations before. My father put the job before the club most of the time, and I didn't want to do that. Jake he joined the MC. I still hang out with my friends that went into the club. A lot of us descend from the founding members of the club as well as the town. I have my dad's bike, and grandfathers stored away in the garage, and during the summers I'll take a ride now and then. Maybe go on a run with the MC, but I don't ride as much as I used to since I"m getting older.

As for Sawyer she's dating the president of the Wild Wolves now. Woody Moretti. He lost his wife five years ago to cancer. Going on a downward spiral after that. One that he didn't start to wake up from till I threw him in the drunk tank one night. I had a few choice words for him, but I didn't say anything. He had two sons that needed him. Even during my grief I was there for both Sawyer and Jake. For the most part he seems to have straightened up realizing what is important in life. As long as my daughter is happy then I'll let him alone.

Some nights after I get off work I head over to the Clubhouse or their bar and grill. Get in on a poker game with some of the guys. Have a few cold ones and a burger. Then light up a cigar as we play. Some nights I'm heading out as the sun is coming up. Just don't tell my kids that. Tragedy had struck the town more than once in the last year. The Wild Wolves lost eight members in an avalanche. Four of them good buddies of mine. Then the Youngbloods were in a drunk driving accident. Trace's wife was thrown over the bridge and disappeared in the rapids. I was out on that call, and two of his kids were hurt. Luckily they weren't injured too bad. Hell I still go out helping look for her on days that aren't busy, and it's been two months. About a week ago another MC member was killed by his uncle, and his daughter shot. Luckily she survived, and she and her brother are being protected by the MC. The uncle it appears is trying to wipe out his brother's line by killing them off so he can become Head of the MacQueen clan over in Scotland. Or something like that. We've definitely got our department on alert for him.