Rosco

"Nice to meet ya, Hilery," Rosco nodded his head. Then he turned his attention to his cousin. "Whaddya mean this jail needs an upgrade? Ain't the whole point to keep the criminals in? Seems to me, it did it's job pretty well. Khee!" Rosco smirked, satisfied with the look on Brian's face after his comment. "Well, yer out now, so whaddya say we go home and have a nice home-cooked meal, all of us Coltranes together again. I'm sure you've had yer fill of jailhouse slop. Khee!"

Just then, Rosco strolled non-chalantly into the room, finishing off the last of a corn dog and stripping the stick clean. Seeing so many faces in the room led him to ask, "Did I miss somethin'?"

(Yeah, I'm the same Rosco. Khee! Ya can't have mass confusion without me!)

"It's good to be back," Rosco replied. "I really missed y'all." Rosco looked around the room, reminiscent. Then looked at Brian, then back to MaryAnne. "MaryAnne... I figure a lot went on when I was gone. I may never know what all. But I can't help but feel somewhat responsible that things got outta hand when I left. If I had been doin' my duty, Brian might not be sittin' over there in the pokey. " Rosco paused to gather his thoughts. "I ain't gunna challenge yer authority. You musta had a good reason to put Brian there. But I'd appreciate if you'd think about lettin' him out. I'd take full responsibility for his conduct." Rosco gave Brian a stern look as he addressed him, "...and I'd hope that if the Deputy here is nice enough to let ya out, you won't take advantage of her good graces... or mine." "So... MaryAnne. Whaddya say?"

Never fear! The sheriff's back in town. Time to lay down some law n' order.

*Rosco could see the wounded look on his cousin's face. And he knew he was partly responsible for that look. He bowed his head and attempted to find the words he needed.* "MaryAnne, I--I'm sorry." He looked up at her. "I took off and left all the responsibility for this town to you. I guess I was kinda selfish. I know my leavin' town hurt you n' Brian, but ya gotta believe that I never intended that. I don't expect ya to understand everything that happened or why I reacted the way I did. I just hope that you... you'll want me back. And you'll forgive this ol' fool."

"Yeah, it's been a long time. But I ain't goin' away again anytime soon. I promise. Besides, I missed y'all." *Rosco looked over his shoulder at his black clad cousin behind bars.* "Yeah, and I missed ya too, Brian. Why, I have no idea... I'm sure whatever ya did to make the Deputy put ya behind bars, it musta been a doozy." *Rosco regarded MaryAnne again.* "So, since I have all this free time, ya gunna give me a clue as to what type of shenanigans would land ol' Bri in the pokey? And ya think he'll be out in time for dinner? Somehow it wouldn't be the same with a place missin' at the table."

*Rosco saunters up to the upstairs jail cell.* "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Khee! I always thought ya looked good in stripes, Brian. So... whatcha in for this time?" *Brian glanced over Rosco's shoulder at MaryAnne, but kept his mouth shut.* *Rosco turned to follow his gaze. Then addressed his other cousin.* "MaryAnne, I been outta town too long." *Jerks a thumb over his shoulder towards the cell.* "What happened here?"