He lets her take it from him, though there a brief pang when he worries she might be taking it away. But then he's watching her hands as they pin it to him, almost dumbly, like suddenly he can't believe this is actually real.

He's wanted to be Sheriff of a cowboy town since he was five years old. And this is as near as he'll ever get. There really aren't any words he can speak, but he does know he hasn't felt as proud since the first day he pulled on his beat uniform.

'Ta,' he says, not looking at her. He's still looking at the badge. And then he meets her eyes, and holds them. And then nods, once. None of this would be possible if it weren't for her.