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Beep beep...beep beep

Beep beep… bee-

The digital clock’s alarm comes to an abrupt stop as a black furred hand slaps the off button in the early morning darkness. The body shaped lump groans underneath the blanket where the hand that silenced the alarm clock came from.

A black furred face appears out from underneath the covers, whose eyes squint and ears fold at the sight of the bright red numbers emanating from the digital clock.

“... 5:32… better get some coffee started now, so its ready-to-go before head to the station.”

The blankets suddenly fly off the well maintained physique of the middle-aged Walter ‘Walt’ Connally, a 47 year old Belgian Malinois, who is the current sheriff of Soyoco County. Walt turns on the lamp accompanying the alarm clock on the night stand by his bed. As the mostly black furred canine sits up on the side of his bed, he reaches for the pack of cigarettes on the lower shelf of his nightstand, he pulls one cigarette out and lights it before standing up and making his was to the kitchen.

As the middle aged Malinois made his way to his kitchen he past the answering machine located on the counter that separated the kitchen and living room in the modest home of the sheriff. He hit the “Play button” on the machine before starting a pot of coffee.

“You have: 3 new messages.”

…

“First Message, today at 4:38 a.m.: Hey dad its me, Tanner. Just calling to let you know I’m done with my shift and I am heading back to the station to clock out. I figure I call your house phone and let you know since you usually check you answering machine before you head to work in the mornings. But….uh…. Yeah, if you need me, for back up...or.. or anything, I am always down. So yeah don’t forget about me alright Dad, love you, bye”

Walt chuckles to himself, loving the eagerness of the newest hire on the force, his son, Tanner Connally a 23 year old Malinois/ Border Collie mix. Who much to the disappointment of Walt, takes a lot more of his looks from his mother than his father, having the more of the Border collie’s iconic black and white colored fur as well as a thinner, more nimble build similar to his mother. But personality wise the kid is 100 percent his father’s son.

“Hehe, that boy. I swear he’s a spittin’ image of me when I started.”

Walt says too himself as he puts his cigarette out in the ashtray located on the small circular table located in the middle of the kitchen before heading toward the bathroom to take a quick cold shower to aid in waking up and to pass some time til the coffee is ready, leaving the door open to continue listening to the voicemails left on the machine.

“Next Message, today at 4:48 a.m: Hey Walt, it’s Shae.-”

Walt grunts to himself as he steps into shower, hearing the calm and matronly voice of his ex-wife and mother to his only son. Shae also is the sheriff department’s solo dispatch operator

“- just letting you know our son is done with his shift and is headed home. I caught him as I was coming into work. Y’know he really reminds me of you when you started the on the force with your dad…. Anyway, if you could be so kind as to pick up an order I called in at the Donut King on your way in. Its for the whole office as a little “Thank you” to everybody and their excellent work on their patrols and quotas lately, thanks sugar.”

The canine continued with his shower, lathering up the soap in his hands before rubbing it into the fur on his muzzle, head and ears, a bit irritated as his new errand given to him by his ex-wife Shae.

“If she wanted to get the whole department a ‘treat’, why couldn’t her ‘high and mighty’ ass get it her damn self.”

Walt said before washing the suds out of his fur, as he gets the last bit of the soap out he opens his eyes and notices a familiar friend at his waist has woken up as well, seeming to the sound of the Shae’s voice over the answering machine.

Walt gives his 6.8 inch pink nightstick protruding from his sheath a verbal lashing followed by a disappointing grimace.

“NO! Stop that! Don’t get any ideas, mister. That woman is no good, remember?”

Walt stops reprimanding his erect cock, realizing how weird of a situation this would be if somebody were to have walked in and heard the Sheriff of Soyoco County disciplining his cock while listening to voice mails of his ex-wife at 5:30 in the morning.

Walt then exits the shower just in time to hear the 3rd and final message left on his answering machine begin to play.

“Last Message, today at 5:17 a.m: Hey Walt, its… uh… Jeremy…… J-Jeremy Wilkins from the Dallas-Fortworth area. You hired me to do some investigative work on the Slayton Shankly a couple weeks ago? Thanks for the follow up on that by the way, asshole. You have to be the worst law enforcement officer I’ve had the unfortunate displeasure of working with-”

Walt rushes to the kitchen to listen to the rest of the voicemail left by the P.I. he completely forgot he hired to do some sleuthing on his arch nemesis, Slayton Shankly.

“Oh fuck, I forgot about that kid. Hell its been almost three weeks now, what the hell happen to him?”

Walt said to himself lighting up another cigarette as he continued to towel himself off in the kitchen of his home.

“- That psycho kidnapped and interrogated me and threatened to remove my genitals with a shotgun ‘til he got a confession out of me. I had to say something, Walt. But considering You haven’t even tried to reach out for at the very least a wellness check on me. I’m kinda glad I spilled the beans on you Walter. That being said; He knows you have your cross-airs on him, trying to find something on him. I’d show you what I did find out there on the Shankly property, but my camera was destroyed after I was pistol whipped in the head by..by that freak. Anyways, I'm back home in Fortworth, don’t try and contacting me, Walt. Consider this voicemail my scarlet letter to your Sheriff Department, adios dickweed.”

Walt grits his teeth, mad at the smarmy message that the skunk left for him. But ultimately Walt realizes that it is his fault for not even doing the bare minimum when it came to following up on the P.I. he hired.

Walt went back to the bathroom and finished with his morning hygiene routine.

As he was brushing his teeth he looked to the mirror that sat on the wall behind the sink.

Walt’s attention was drawn toward his right ear and the 45 caliber shaped hole through the center of it and the person who had given him said perforation through his ear.

Slayton Shankly..

During the raid of a supposed drug lab controlled by Slayton and his gang, the Sons of Soyoco, on June 17th, 2008.

Walter remembers that day all to well, for being the day that the Sons of Soyoco were official disbanded after the capture and arrests of several high ranking members including the leader himself, Slayton.

But that day also marks the day Walt’s younger brother Robert was killed, unfortunately in the very same raid that the Sons were disbanded.

Robert, or as his associates knew him, “Baby Bobby” was a fairly high ranking member of the Sons after straying away from his family’s historic career paths as law enforcement officers going all the way back to Walt and Bobby’s great-great-great grandfather Virgil Amos Connally, being a member of the original band of Texas Rangers that helped settle the wild landscapes of Texas, post Civil War.

Walt has replayed the situation countless times in his head: During the raid, as a firefight broke out between the Sons and local law enforcement, who was backed up by a S.W.A.T. team called in from the nearby city of San Antonio’s police department. Walt noticed the 6’5’’ possum leader flee into on of the suspected drug labs at the back of the compound, which was located in an abandoned livestock feed processing facility that had gone out of business the year prior.

Walt followed Slayton into the building, foolishly without informing any of his fellow officers, ultimately without any form of backup.

When Walt enter the building, sidearm drawn and at the ready, he was greeted by the sight of his younger brother Robert who appeared to be trying to calm his boss, Slayton who also had his sidearm of choice, a large framed revolver with a short, 3 inch barrel that protruded comically from the large cylinder that house the .45 Long Colt rounds.

“C’mon Slay, don’t kill him. I know he’s a fuckin’ pig but he’s my brother! Look if we head out the back now we can hold up in a safe house I know of just outside Llano. A chick I’ve been fucking’s dad has an old hunting cabin we can lay low in for a minute…”

Walt remembers his brother saying to Slayton just before making his entrance into the drug lab.

“Robert Connally! Slayton Shankly! You are both being placed under arrest for the manufacturing and illegal distribution of methamphetamine! Drop your weapons and put your hands behind your heads!”

Walt commanded the two, trying his best to follow the letter of the law and not empty the magazine of his sidearm into the tall intimidating possum, for corrupting his baby brother with the ill gotten gains of the drug trade.

“Up yours, pig!”

Slayton yelled out before raising the arm that held the revolver, over the head of the shorter Belgian Malinois Robert, in order to take aim and fire at his older brother.

Walt retaliates and brings his sidearm up to take aim at the larger possum behind his little brother

Just before either one of the gentleman could fire a round, Bobby let out a long winded

‘

“Nooooooooooooo!”

After that Walt's memory is a bit hazy because moments after the two men took aim at each other and both fire a single shot at each other, with the shot from Slayton’s revolver catching Walt directly in the cartridge his right ear, leaving him with his iconic bullet hole through the center of his pointed ear. Seconds afterwards, a stray bullet from the active firefight going on outside the building, struck a highly reactive chemical in the back of the lab and caused the lab and all of its contents to detonate in a violent and sudden explosion.

The next think Walt remember is being drug out of the now burning building by a member of the SAPD’s S.W.A.T. team to a nearby paramedic. It seemed like the gun fight that had been occurring outside had finally come to a conclusion with the side of the law coming out on top, leading to the arrests of 9 members of the Sons of Soyoco gang, along with the deaths of 4 members.

As Walt is looked over by the paramedics he bursts upright from the stretcher he had been placed on.

“Wh-where’s that son of a bitch, Slayton!”

One of the deputys at the time, hustles to the side of the canine in order to calm Walt down with the news that Slayton was arrested and is in custody after attempting to flee out of the door on the opposite side of the building from where Walt entered and seemingly had made a hasty exit from before collapsing to the ground just after the building had detonated.

Walt, who was still upright asked the same deputy

“What about Bobby? My brother Robert, is he ok?”

The deputy looked in confusion, then apathy at Walt

“Sir, nobody else has been reported exiting the building except you and Slayton since it went up over 20 minutes ago….”

Walt looked past the deputy at the building, which was now completely engulfed in flames. With several firefighters surrounding the building attempting to put out the chemical fueled fire. Walt knew that if Robert was still in there, he’s dead.

The following day after the raid, when the fire department was able to put out the fire and forensics came through and ran an investigation on the cause of the fire, they came across the severely burned remains of Robert Connally. Although the cause of death had been ruled as ‘death by smoke inhalation of deadly chemicals” that didn’t not stop the locals from coming up with they’re own theories of what killed Robert Connally. The two popular theories being that:

Theory 1: Slayton shot and killed Robert after discovering that Robert may have come to an agreement with his older brother, Walt. Wanting a way out of his criminal lifestyle, Robert would sell out his fellow gang members to Walt in exchange for immunity from the trial following the arrest of the gang leader, Slayton. This being solidified by the appearance of Walt in the drug lab entering by himself with no back up accompanying him during the raid and moments before the lab exploded.

This theory did not hold much water, considering that Robert, had just received a promotion within the gang to Sergeant-At-Arms and was ecstatic about his promotion, which he and the gang celebrated for 4 nights straight at Slayton’s Place. Robert very much enjoyed his position in the gang as well as fellow members along with Slayton becoming an impromptu big brother figure for Robert, which many believe would give Bobby very little reason to want to leave the gang

Theory 2: Is that being so tired of Bobby ruining the Connally’s good name in law enforcement circles around the state of Texas by being an active member of the most notorious gang in Central Texas (at the time) Walt to his opportunity during the raid to shoot Bobby while in the drug lab, which Walt detonated himself in order to hide any evidence of the his involvement in the murder of Robert Connally.

Much like Theory 1 though, this theory doesn’t hold up due to Walt’s well-known protectiveness of his younger brother throughout the two’s childhood all the way up until the even a few nights before the raid. When the Walt stepped in during a bar fight that involved Bobby and nearly beat the other individual to death while off-duty for simply threatening to demonstrate to the canine “how a real man fights”

Whether you believe either theory or neither of them, the facts of that day remain: The raid on the drug manufacturing compound of the Sons of Soyoco resulted in the arrests of 9 members including their leader Slayton Shankly, who was sentence to 9 years in maximum security prison, as well as the deaths of 5 members including Robert ‘Baby Bobby’ Connally.

The raid also resulted in 5 deaths on the law enforcement’s side as well, one of those deaths being a deputy of the Soyoco County Sheriff’s Department. Which along with the death of his younger brother, influenced Walt to step down as sheriff for a few years before running for the position again in 2012 and winning. Which Walt has held the position since, being the favored candidate each election cycle.

Walt finished up in the bathroom, and headed to his bedroom to get dressed in his iconic sheriff attire the folks around Soyoco have come to know the Walter Connally to be adorned in: Lace-up combat boots, a dark tan button up shirt with Walt's name-tag above his right breast pocket and Soyoco’s Crest Patches on the upper portions of both sleeves, long relax fit jeans held up by a standard issue police gun belt that held all the gadgets and gizmos the officer might need in his work day, his radio, pepper spray, a taser and his trusty sidearm a stainless steel Colt Commander 1911 with skeletonized trigger and hammer, with custom staghorn grips with the crest of Soyoco County inlay on the grips along with pouches for 4 spare mags for said pistol.

The pistol was famous among departments of neighboring counties just for the history on the pistol alone, first being used by Walt’s grandfather, Roger Martin Connally during his 20+ year run as sheriff in the early sixties, then the pistol was used by Walt’s own father, Edmund ‘Eddie” Connally during his time in the sheriff’s position and ultimately with Walt’ during his first and current runs as sheriff. More likely than not the future owner of said gun, will probably be Walt’s son, Tanner Connally, if the boy can stick it out and become sheriff like his father, his father’s father and his father’s father before him.

“Only time will tell for the young deputy..”

Walt thought to himself as he filled his thermos up with coffee and grabbed his cowboy hat off the hat rack at the front door as he made his way out toward his patrol vehicle, a well maintained, black and white 1979 Ford Bronco with “Sheriff of Soyoco County” written along the side, ready for whatever the day might bring him.