This story is for MaryArtemis, i hope it is everything you want it to be.

The Good, the Bad and the Brady :)

Bandits, outlaws, whatever they liked to be called; they were no good scum and sheriff Brady was going to make sure that they would all pay for their latest attack. Their group was small, not your usual gang of lowlife's but just as powerful. Their sly and cunning plans made them a force to be reckoned with, but Sheriff Brady was definitely up for the challenge.

This time it wasn't just the train and stagecoaches they robbed, they had also tried to rob the bank and the good people of the quaint town in New Mexico were scared half to death. Sheriff Brady was a born leader, he protected those that were closest to him and hated anyone that would step on his territory. Those who crossed him payed the ultimate price.

The Chester's gang consisted of five members and due to the capture of the youngest member Joel, the names of the others were now known. The daddy of the group was the oldest, he goes by the name of Silas Blissett, then there was Simon Walker and Warren Fox who seemed very equally matched. Ally Gorman was next in line, he seemed to just do as he was told and then there was the baby of the group, the one who is now behind bars, Joel Dexter.

Sheriff Brady had interrogated Joel enough for one day and he decided to let his deputy Rhys Ashworth take over. Rhys wasn't the brightest or the smartest and he definitely didn't know how to handle himself in a fight, but he was loyal and with Joel behind bars, he only had to watch him, even he couldn't mess that one up.

So after a long day Brady decided a drink was needed and he headed over to the saloon to indulge in a Whiskey or two. He regularly enjoyed the company of the best barman in town Ste Hay, better known to him as Steven. There was a certain amount of chemistry between the two men, although they never admitted it. Their banter with each other was enough to keep both men satisfied...for now.

Brady's sister Cheryl also worked in the saloon, she sang and danced merrily for the men of the town and although the Sheriff didn't like it, no one dared lay a hand on her, it would cost them their life if they did. Ste looked after her well and Brady rewarded him with money and gifts. Their friendship was often the talk of the town and sometimes Brady would ask Ste to openly kiss women so that the talking would stop, at least for a while.

"The usual sheriff?" asked ste attentively.

His eyes glazed over at the sight of the Sheriff and the dreamy expression he was now wearing almost made Brady laugh.

"Please Steven"

The way Sheriff Brady looked at Ste was one of pure sexual desire, but of course he only looked at him that way when Ste was busy serving, but he wasn't stupid and he could feel the Sheriffs eyes on him.

"Tough day? I heard about The Chester's. Did they get away with much?"

"Yeah unfortunately they did Steven, but i took something of their's too. I managed to catch one of them, so no doubt they will be back. This time though i'll be waiting"

"Just be careful, i wouldn't want anything to happen to you..."

Brady who was shocked at the concern that Ste was showing, cocked his head to the side and eyed up the young barman in such a way that it made him nervously repeat himself "just be careful yeah?" he then walked away and served another customer.

The sheriff enjoyed the power that he seemed to have over the younger man but if the truth be known it was Ste that had all the power, he just didn't know it. Ste who had now returned to his normal colour approached Brady to refill his empty glass.

"Ye worried about me Steven?"

"Your my friend and our Sheriff, of course i am worried about you"

"Is that all i am to ye?"

Ste felt the redness return to his face, he couldn't deny the attraction, but to be with another man was wrong. Brady had said so himself on quite a few occasions. Before Ste could reply Tony Hutchinson, owner of the general store came barging in.

"The Chester's, they are back and they've shot Doug Carter the bank manager, they tried to rob it again"

"Is he dead?" Sheriff Brady shouted

"Yes...i'm afraid so"

So the good people of the town and Sheriff Brady headed outside in search of the remanding four despicable bandits. The four men soon realized that they were outnumbered and it wasn't long before they were firing gun shots and riding off on their horses. Sheriff Brady headed over to the bank to see with his own eyes that Doug Carter was dead, it filled him with sadness that he had died alone.

Brady informed the town to stay in their houses and keep themselves and their own safe. He knew at some point that the outlaws would be back, if only for Joel, but they would be back all the same. The Sheriff wondered why they hadn't tried to get him out of jail yet, must be some kind of plan they had.

He went over to the jail to check on Rhys who was being blown by the local tart Mercedes.

"Sheriff...i...um"

"Your doing the night shift, try and keep ye mind on your job"

Right now though there was only one place that the Sheriff wanted to be and that was in the saloon, having a private lock in with his favorite barman.

I hope you like it so far, this story will be a few chapters but not sure how many.

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