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I don't own Bones or have any rights to "Support Your Local Sheriff".

This story is VERY loosely based on the movie "Support Your Local Sheriff". I will be using the idea of the movie; but, I intend for most of the dialog to be mine. I will also use the names of the people we know and love.

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Tempe hardly ever wore dresses. They weren't practical. She was the CEO and owner of the Millard Frymore Memorial Mine and often times found herself in the mine doing her job; which mostly consisted of riding herd on a bunch of lunatic miners. That is why, when she got home, she stripped off her muddy pants and shirt and walked in to the kitchen in just her skivvies. She knew she couldn't very well traipse mud through her house so the pants and the shirt had to be removed. On the other hand, she couldn't walk into the kitchen in her birthday suit. Her Dad might have had a conniption. She needed to get the mud out of her hair before she took a bath. Her house boasted of running water in the kitchen. It was a modern convenience that she had insisted on when her Dad built the house. She now enjoyed the fact that she could stand in her skivvies, in the kitchen, and pour water over her hair to get most of the mud out. At least she thought it was a great idea until she heard the voice of her Dad and another man's voice coming through the front doorway.

It was one thing for your Dad to see you in your skivvies. It was another for a man not related to you to do so. Concerned, Tempe put her ear to the kitchen door to see where they went. Hearing them walk into the parlor, Tempe, grabbed a towel, threw it over her shoulders and ran out of the kitchen. She had just started up the stairs when she realized she'd never make it and the stranger would see her practically naked. Running back down the stairs, Tempe ran back into the kitchen. Realizing that her Dad was giving the grand tour of the house and the kitchen would be part of that tour, Tempe, opened the back door and walked out into the yard. Crouching down, Tempe moved around the side of the house and towards a tree that she knew grew up past her bedroom window. Her plan was to climb the tree and get into her bedroom without anyone being the wiser. Plans don't always bear fruit the way we hope they will.

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Mayor Max had walked Booth through the bottom of the house, showing how well build the house was and how modern it was. Max was very proud of his house and very proud of his daughter. He thought she would be home; but, obviously he was wrong. Finally done with the tour, Max told Booth to just leave his gear in the parlor and that evening he could carry his stuff up stairs to his room. Max thought it was time to show his new Sheriff the new jail.

Walking out the front doorway, Max, still talking to Booth, didn't notice his daughter in the tree near the house. Booth did.

Walking over to the tree, Booth looked up and stared. While he was staring the town doctor walked by the house. Seeing Booth staring at the tree, Dr. Cam Saroyan looked to see what was so interesting.

Seeing Tempe half way up the tree, Cam said, "Bones, why are you in that tree?"

Turning his head to look at Cam, Booth asked, "Bones?"

Smiling, Cam said, "Before I was brought to Calendar to become the town doctor, Tempe did all of the town doctoring. She can sew up wounds and is very good when it comes to setting fractures. She was so good at it that all of the miners started called her Bones. I guess it's been Bones ever since."

Seeing that she was getting more attention than she ever wanted, Tempe, looked down at Booth and said, "It is unnecessary for you to stand there. You are interfering in my private business."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "What private business would that be?"

Frowning, Tempe said, "What part of the word private don't you understand? I would think that the word was self explanatory."

Sighing, Booth said, "You know, you're a very strange young woman."

Turning away, Booth walked to the edge of the property where he waited for the mayor to join him. Cam seeing that she wasn't needed, also walked away. Max, sighing, joined Booth and walked back towards down town.

Trying to divert Booth from the topic of his daughter, Max said, "You'll be really impressed with our jail, Sheriff. It's brand new and solid as a rock. It has everything too. It has a stove, filing cabinets, a beautiful desk and a couple of real solid chairs and a gun rack to die for. It does have one minor problem that should be corrected this week or next."

Curious, Booth asked, "What's the minor problem?"

Embarrassed, Max said, "Umm, well, it doesn't have any bars right now. We had to special order them and they haven't come in yet; but, once those bars are in it will be the best jail for 200 miles around."

Nodding his head, Booth said, "I'll bet it's the only jail for two hundred miles around."

Blushing, Max said, "Yeah, well, ok, that may be true; but, it won't make it anything less than it is. You'll see."

Walking down main street and past the General Store, Booth found himself in front of a very new building with the word, Jail, printed on a board and affixed to the front of the building, above the door. Standing in front of the jail, Booth thought it did look pretty stout. Seeing Booth stop, Max opened the door to the jail and walked through the doorway.

Before entering the building, Jack Hodgins walked up to Booth and said, "Hey, Sheriff. I didn't go tell Sully what you said. I'm just a jack of all trades and no one is paying me to get myself killed by mouthing off to Sully."

Nodding his head, Booth said, "Ok, don't worry about it."

Turning, Booth walked through the doorway to the jail to make sure it was as well built on the inside as it was on the outside. Walking into the front room, Booth saw Max beaming.

"As you can see, Sheriff, we didn't stint when it came to building materials and supplies." Max said very proudly.

Taking a badge out of his coat pocket, Max handed it to Booth.

Rubbing his hand across the badge, Booth saw a dent on the corner. Smiling, Booth said, "I imagine that this badge must have saved someone's life."

Nodding his head, Max said, "Sure, it would have too if it hadn't have been for all of those other bullets flying into his body."

Nodding, Booth pinned the badge to his shirt pocket and then walked past the mayor and walked through the doorway leading to the jail cells. The mayor had been right. The walls were very stout looking, they just looked ridiculous without the bars. Walking over to a work bench, Booth picked up a piece of chalk and walked over to the cell. Leaning down, Booth drew a chalk line across the cell front, where the bars should be. Nodding at his handiwork, Booth then spied a small bucket of red paint. Picking it up, Booth carried it back to the front of the cell and dribbled some of the red paint onto the floor just on the outside portion of the cell.

Smiling, Booth said, "Ok, that will do."

Frowning, Max said, "It will do for what?"

Looking at Max, Booth said, "The jail is ready for my first prisoner. I'm going to arrest Sully Sullivan for murder."

Swallowing, Max said, "Uh, Sully murdered someone?"

Nodding his head, Booth said, "Yeah, the dumb ass killed someone in the saloon this morning."

Pursing his lips, Max said, "Who told you that?"

Sighing, Booth said, "No one told me. The idiot did right in front of me and about fifty other witnesses. He's not the shiniest tool in the tool box."

Nodding his head, Max said, "None of Gordon Wyatt's boys are."

Frowning, Booth said, "Who's Gordon Wyatt?"

Smiling rather grimly, Max said, "Gordon Wyatt owns the whole damn valley below this town. Nothing goes across his valley unless he says it can. All wagons leaving this town have to pay a fee to cross his land. He gets about ten percent of all of the gold that is mined here. He and his three step sons are pretty tough and not really people you want to cross."

Nodding his head slowly, Booth said, "So you don't want me to arrest Sully?"

Shaking his head, Max said, "Hell no. You're the Sheriff. I don't interfere with any man's job. You want to arrest Sully then that's your business. I was just letting you know what kind of trouble you'll be in when you do."

Smiling Booth said, "That's ok then. If you had tried to stop me from arresting Sully, I would have quit my job."

Nodding his head, Max said, "Yeah, I figured that. I won't interfere. You do what you think's best. Sully has two step brothers that are a hell of a lot meaner than he is, Clark Edison and Colin Fisher are brighter than Sully; but, they're more under the thumb of their step father. You have to be careful around them. If Gordon Wyatt says jump they ask how high; so, if he says go after you, then they will."

Nodding his head, Booth said, "Good to know. Thanks for the heads up."

Smiling, Max said, "No problem. That's what I'm here for. I'm a hands on kind of mayor. Just remember, I'm not the Sheriff so don't expect me to help you out any. I believe in strict separation between law and politics. You don't try to do my job and I won't try to do yours."

Smiling, Booth said, "No problem. I figured you would tell me that so I'm not surprised."

Shrugging his shoulders, Max said, "I'm not a coward Sheriff. I just believe a dead mayor is of no use to the town."

Sighing, Booth said, "And neither is a dead Sheriff."

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