Sheriff McCoy.

Sheriff Emmy Lou McCoy stood with her hands on her hips staring at the object that had come to earth on Buffalo ridge. It was cylindrical, about three yards long and had a matt black finish. A hatch of some sort was open in the side of the whatever it was. Emmy Lou sighed heavily, 'there goes my weekend off' she thought.

"Bobby Lee, y'all better call the station and have them get in touch with the air ****." She told her deputy.

"What in tarnation is that thing sheriff?" Bobby Lee asked.

"Darned if I know." Emmy Lou shrugged "I'm going to take a closer look."

Emmy Lou cautiously approached the open hatch drawing her beretta 92 as she went. Reaching the hatch she paused then stepped forward quickly, her firearm covering the interior of the object. She breathed out in relief as she discovered it was empty. Relaxing her shooting stance she leant forward and examined the inside of the craft. There were what appeared to be four seats, in two rows of two and in front of the forward seats was a control panal. The markings on the control panal were in no alphabet Emmy Lou had ever seen.

Bobby Lee leant back against the door of his cruiser as he made the call to the sheriffs office. He watched as Emmy Lou approached the object and grinned as she leaned forward and the seat of her pants tightened over her firm ass. Emmy Lou had an almost fanatical fitness regime and Bobby Lee fantasised daily about his boss's athletic body. Rumours in the sheriff's department circulated that Emmy Lou was a dyke. What was more certain though was that she was a damn fine sheriff and her deputies took care to only discuss the matter amongst themselves. Custer county was conservative with a capital C and if the rumours spread there was little doubt they'd have a new boss.