At 7:30 this morning Tyler was dressed in his full uniform, ready for a day of Memorial Day Weekend patrolling. He had on his bullet proof vest, his gun belt, his boots, all of it. (And he looked good.)
He was ready for anything.
And he was pushing Benefactor on the tree swing, high up into the branches of the cottonwood tree, spinning him around in circles, obeying in an instant when the little guy squeeled out, "Faster, daddy! Faster!"