He almost never smiled. It wasn't as if he didn't want to, but being a Deputy Marshal didn't grant many of those little moments that you could smile at. The ones you managed were even more precious.

Being a Deputy Marshal meant you watched people die, and you got to wonder when it was your turn to do so.

He remembered the sting from just a few days ago. They'd caught the fugitives; he himself had rescued a little baby.

Finality of darkness closed over his vision. The child had reached to touch him...

And he had smiled.