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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The rest of the afternoon was pretty quiet. Booth sat in his office and read a book on Australia that he had borrowed from the library in Philadelphia and had forgot to return. He knew he'd have to mail it back some day. After all, he wasn't a thief, just a little absent minded when it came to library books. He dreaded to think what the over due fee was for the book now.

Hodgins had gone over to the shack he was living in and was getting his gear together to bring back to the jail. Booth had talked the mayor into hiring Hodgins and had let the mayor know that Hodgins planned to sleep in the unoccupied jail cell. On the days when both cells were occupied, Hodgins would sleep on the chair in the office area of the jail. The mayor didn't think the whole thing sounded very comfortable; but, to Hodgins, this was a blessing. His shack had more holes in it that Swiss cheese and was horribly cold in the winter time. He was moving up in the world and he was happy for it.

Booth had just come back from checking on Sully, when Gordon Wyatt came charging into the Jail house. Walking over to the desk, Gordon drew his gun from his holster and pointed it at Booth. Booth, reaching across the desk, stuck his left index finger into the barrel of the gun.

Surprised, Gordon said, "What the hell do you think you're doing? Take your finger from the barrel of my gun immediately."

Smiling, Booth said, "I don't think so."

Shaking his head, Gordon said, "I really must insist that you take your finger out of the barrel of my gun."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "Nope. You might want to take your finger off of the trigger. If the gun goes off, it won't be nice for either one of us."

Frowning, Gordon carefully took his finger off of the trigger.

Once Booth saw that happen, he pulled the gun from Gordon's hand and put it on the desk in front of him.

Raising his voice, Gordon said, "Are you crazy? Don't you realize that if my gun had gone off the barrel would have exploded into my face? I could have been seriously hurt."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "I don't think it would have done my finger a lot of good either. Now what do you want?"

Irritated, Gordon said, "I've come to see my boy. I heard you arrested him for murder. I heard the fight was fair and square."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "Not hardly. I was there."

Shaking his head, Gordon asked, "You were where?"

Smiling, Booth said, "I was in the saloon when Sully shot the poor victim."

Clearing his throat, Gordon asked, "Sully shot someone in front of you? Well, that's not the most intelligent thing he could have done."

Nodding his head, Booth said, "As far as I can tell, Sully isn't the sharpest pencil in the pencil box."

Sighing, Gordon said, "Can I see my boy?"

Pointing to the back room, Booth said, "Why didn't you just ask me that when you first came in instead of causing all of that drama?"

Bowing his head a little, Gordon said, "Forgive me. I thought I was dealing with the same caliber of fellow that the last Sheriff was. I can see I misunderstood whom I'm dealing with."

Nodding his head, Booth said, "Well you should never judge the library by looking at one book."

Puzzled, Gordon said, "What?"

Smiling, Booth said, "Go visit your boy."

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Walking into the back room, Gordon was dumbfounded to find his stepson, sitting on a bed in a room without bars on the window or in the wall.

"What the hell is keeping you in this room, boy?" Gordon asked.

Embarrassed, Sully said, "Pa, that Sheriff is a nut. I'm afraid to cross him. He threatened to kill me if I left this room."

Nodding his head, Gordon said, "Yes. I have seen that the new Sheriff may be a little crazy."

Puzzled, Sully said, "Pa, you've always said that there has never been a jail that could hold a Wyatt or any of his kin."

Angry, Gordon said, "Well, it looks like they've finally built one. You're going to have to stay here for a few days until I can figure out how to get you out of here."

Irritated, Sully said, "Ah come on Pa. This is ridiculous. We own the valley and we own this town."

Smiling grimly, Gordon said, "That may well be; but, apparently, the Sheriff owns the jail."

Shaking his head, Gordon turned around and left the room. Stopping in the outer room, Gordon looked at the Booth and said, "You're right, my boy isn't the sharpest axe in the tool shed."

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