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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 plan to add some chapters that will not match up to the movie because I want to get as many Bones chararcters into my story as possible. I will also use the names of the people we know and love.
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Walking out of the jail, Booth saw Hodgins waiting for him.
"What can I do for you?" Booth asked.
Smiling, Hodgins said, "Nothing. I just want to go over to the saloon to see if you're really going to arrest Sully Sullivan."
"Why?" Booth asked.
Shrugging his shoulders, Hodgins said, "It's Tuesday afternoon, not a lot to do on Tuesday afternoon."
Nodding his head, Booth said, "I'm glad you find me so entertaining."
Smiling, Hodgins said, "No problem."
Shaking his head, Booth walked down the side walk to the saloon, Hodgins following in his wake.
Arriving at the saloon, Booth found it just as busy as it was that morning. Walking through the doorway, Booth spotted Sully having a drink at the bar.
Walking further into the room, Booth called out, "Sully Sullivan. I am arresting you for murder. As you can see, I remembered your name. Happy?"
Frowning, Sully said, "Who died and put you in charge?"
Flipping his vest aside, Booth showed Sully his badge. "I'm the Sheriff now, Sully. You're under arrest. Don't give me a hard time and I won't give you one."
Smiling, Sully waved at a man on the stairs to the right of the bar. The man had a gun in his hand, pointed at Booth.
Frowning, Booth held his hands out a little away from his waist.
Nodding his head, Sully said, "Untie the holster and let the gun drop."
Looking at the man on the stairs and then at Sully, Booth reached down and untied his holster. Unbuckling his belt, the belt started to drop. Seeing Sully watch the holster drop, Booth grabbed the gun from the holster as it dropped and shot the man standing on the stairs. Seeing Sully grab his gun, Booth then shot the gun out of Sully's hand. Hearing a shot from behind him, Booth turned to see Hodgins lowering his gun to his holster. Pointing, Hodgins pointed to a body lying on the floor just behind Booth.
Smiling, Booth said, "Thanks" and then turned back to Sully.
Shaking his head, Booth walked over to Sully and pointed his gun at Sully's mid section. Glancing at the bar man, Booth said, "I'm getting tired of seeing bodies in this saloon. I don't want to see any more this afternoon. If I do, I'm going to shut you down. You got that?"
Nodding, the bar man, Lance Sweets said, "You bet Sheriff. No more shootings until sundown. You made yourself very clear. I got it," Looking at the men standing in front of the bar, Sweets asked, "We got it, don't we men?"
Nodding their heads, several men called out, "We got it. Yeah Sheriff."
Sighing, Booth shook his head and motioned for Sully to leave the saloon. Walking behind Sully, Booth said, "Walk to the jail, Sully."
Puzzled, Sully said, "Are you kidding me? You're really going to arrest me for winning a fair fight?"
Nodding his head, Booth said, "Yes, dumb ass. I'm really going to arrest you. Now move it before I decide you're more trouble than you're worth and I shoot you for trying to escape."
Swallowing hard, Sully said, "I'm going."
Turning, Sully slowly walked over to the jail with Booth following Sully and Hodgins following Booth.
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Arriving at the jail, Sully opened the door and walked through the doorway. Booth following behind him, stepped into the room and motioned with his gun to the back room.
Sighing, Sully walked across the room and entered the back room where the two cells were.
Pointing to the right cell, Booth said, "Go in."
Stopping and staring at the bar less cell, Sully said, "Are you nuts? What makes you think you can keep me in a cell that doesn't have any bars?"
Pointing at the floor, Booth looked at the red paint that was in the front and to the right side of the cell.
Looking down, Sully said, "What the hell is that?"
Smiling, Booth said, "That's the blood of the prisoner I had in here earlier today. He didn't want to stay behind the bars so I fixed the problem, permanently."
Eyes going wide, Sully jumped into the cell area and sat down on the bed. Looking at Booth, Sully said, "You're a crazy son of a bitch. Does your Mama know what you do for a living?"
Smiling, Booth said, "Who do you think taught me to shoot?"
Leaving the back room, Booth walked out into the office area to see Hodgins sitting on the chair near the pot bellied stove.
Smiling at Hodgins, Booth asked, "Are you looking for a job?"
Cocking his head to the side, Hodgins asked, "What kind of job?"
Looking at Hodgins puzzled face, Booth said, "I need a deputy. I can hire you for 75 dollars a month."
Shaking his head, Hodgins said, "Are you nuts? I don't want to be a deputy."
Nodding his head, Booth said, "You've got a job?"
Nodding his head, Hodgins said, "Yeah, sure. I work for the livery stable. I shovel horse shit, uh, how much did you say you're paying?"
"75 dollars a month." Booth said.
"Well, ok," Hodgins said, "If you'll include a new gun and the bullets plus free lunch every day."
Nodding his head, Booth said, "Sure. No problem."
Frowning, Hodgins asked, "You're the fastest shot I've ever seen. How come I've never heard of you? I mean, a gunman as fast as you should have a hell of a reputation."
Shaking his head, Booth said, "Now, why the hell would I want a reputation as a gun fighter. That would just get me killed."
Smiling, Hodgins said, "Ok, I guess I can be your deputy then. It can't be any worse that shoveling horse shit for a living."
Smiling back, Booth said, "I wouldn't count on that."
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