Chap. 3


Just then Gertie walked in. "Oh dear! I'm sorry. I'll go."

"No it's ok. We're ready to leave." Mimi was flustered. Had Brady just about to kiss her? Gertie led them to the door and gave Mimi a flour sack full of food.

"Thank you so much for what you've done for us," Mimi said gratefully.

"Oh I just wish I could have done more."


They stepped out onto the porch and looked the town over. There was a blacksmith, saloons, hotels, gambling halls, dress shop, bank, jail, and the general store behind them. "Well, what do we do now?" Mimi asked him.

Brady didn't hear her. He was busy watching the group of men entering the bank. "Wait right here. I mean it, dammit! Don't move." Mimi was a little ticked at his tone, but she did as she was told.

Brady walked over to the bank, and looked in the window. The bank was being robbed. Shit! Why did he always stumble into shit like this? Brady saw the horses out front with a man guarding them. He walked right up behind the guy quietly and tapped him on the shoulder. As the man turned, Brady punched him with all his might. The man fell to the ground in a heap. Brad picked up his gun and grabbed the horses. He lead them around to the side of the bank.


Mimi watched all this from across the street. Others were starting to gather and watch Brady. What the hell was he doing! He was going to get himself killed by playing Cowboy.'


Brady stood to the right of the door, and when the bank robbers came running out looking for their horses, Brady pistol whipped two of them and pointed the gun at the other two. "Well now. Looks like we have a problem."

"Ain't no problem stranger. Just put that gun down and let us go. Problem solved."

Brady scratched his chin like he was thinking about it. Then he smiled broadly. The robbers smiled too thinking they were gonna go. "I don't think so, boys."

Brady saw one of them reach for their gun, "Now I wouldn't do that if I were you. See I might not get both of you before you can get to your guns, but I'll sure as hell get one of ya. Who's it gonna be?" The men looked nervously at one another and the taller one sighed, "Aw, hell Ben. You cain't do nothin' right!"

They threw their guns down and surrendered.


Mimi's heart swelled with pride. Brady was a hero. Course she always knew he was one. Wait, did she have feelings for him? Mimi pushed those thoughts out of her head for now.


Brady scanned the crowd, "Is there a sheriff anywhere?"

A small man with a top hat and moustache approached Brady.

"Looks like we just found one. Son, your the new sheriff of Perfection."

Brady just stared at the man, "Excuse me?"

"Fella, I'm the Mayor Taylor and you just did something amazing. You just stopped the McClaren gang from robbing our bank again. I want to make you the new sheriff of Perfection."

"What in the hell is a Perfection?" Brady wanted to know.

"Why that's the name of this here fine town."

Brady looked around, "Doesn't look that fine to me."

"Well then, you just might be the man to clean it up. We haven't had a sheriff for two years. Listen if money is a problem, here's your first months salary and you can have the room above the jail to live in. You'll have a line of credit at almost every store in town too."


Just then Mimi came over and asked what was going on. Brady filled her in. "You should take the job, Brady. Who knows how long we'll be here. I know it will be dangerous, but we have nothing."

"Sir, I'll take the job, but I can't guarantee how long we'll be in town."

The mayor beamed, "That's fine with me. Is this your wife, son? She's right pretty."

"Um, yeah she's my wife." Mimi looked at Brady in shock. What was he doing?

The mayor gave Brady his money and directions to the jail and suggestions on where to buy clothes. Brady and Mimi made it to the jail and made their way to the room above it. Room wasn't quite the word one would call it. Closet would of been a better description. There was only one bed and a screen covering the corner. That was about it.


Brady fell on the bed and groaned.

Mimi eyed him, "What' s wrong with you?"

Brady opened one of his eyes. "Did you not just see what I did? My hand feels like its broke."

"Then you shouldn't have been playing cowboy."

"You forget that I got us a room and some money, Who knows how long we'll be here?" Mimi quit arguing with him and surveyed the room. She looked behind the screen and couldn't believe her eyes. "Brady! You won't believe what I am seeing!"

"Let me guess Mimi, there are no handles, spouts, or toilets?"

"How did you know?"

"I paid attention in history class," he said wryly, "You better get used to using an outhouse or chamber pot."

"Oh my God! Where are we, hell?!" Mimi pushed Brady over and laid down beside him.

"What are you doing?"

Mimi snorted, "Don't worry your virtue is safe. Time traveling takes a lot out of you. Now shut up, I'm too tired to argue." They both fell into a surprisingly peaceful sleep.


Mimi woke up just as dawn was breaking. 'Thank God it was just a dream,' she thought. Then she realized she could smell something that smelled like manure and there was a very warm body next to her. 'Why am I being punished like this!'

Mimi nudged Brady to wake him. He didn't move a muscle. She patted his face and leaned down and whispered his name. He moaned softly. Mimi was losing her patience fast so she screamed, "Brady Black!! Get your ass up!"

Brady sat bolt right up in bed, "What! What's a matter?"

Mimi snickered, "Nothing you idiot. It's time to get up. Don't most people in the west get up at dawn," Mimi said as she got out of bed.

Brady rolled his eyes and rubbed his whiskered face, "I guess."


They both got up and went down stairs to the jail and explored it. The whole time Brady had to listen to her whine about not having any modern things.

Brady looked through the papers on the desk, which had a two inch layer of dust on it. Mimi studied the wanted posters. "Brady! I think I saw this guy in the street yesterday!"

Brady laughed, "Yeah right Meems. This from the girl that watched Unsolved Mysteries and had the principal pegged for a mass murder. I'd hate for you to be my eye witness." Mimi took the grown up approach and made a face at him and stuck her tongue out at him.

Brady arched an eyebrow, "Hey don't take that thing out unless you plan on using it."

Mimi blushed to the top of her head and turned around. Brady laughed.


They straightened up the jail and cleaned it. By the time they were finished with that, the mayor came in. Taylor surveyed the jail, "Well now, this is coming along nicely." Brady and the mayor started talking about what they needed to do to make the town safe again. "Well I think we need to put a ban on guns in city limits. Build a stand at the edges of the city and hire someone to check the guns."

"That's a great idea, sheriff. Miss, will you right these things down?"


Mimi picked up what looked like a pencil and a piece of paper and started writing.

They mayor and Brady talked for another hour about improvements and arresting powers and jurisdictions. Soon the mayor left and Brady and Mimi were left alone.