by Patrice Stanton
"To Whom It May Concern…You will be escorted off these premises between midnight and dawn on the…"
Naturally they weren’t giving him long to decide or prepare; they never got push-back. But, then, he wasn’t like everyone else. Even so, he still had to consider the three teens he was grandfather, and now, father to.
He'd gotten his fill of war long ago, apparently the sheriff hadn't. So be it.