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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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Gordon Wyatt was very irritated that his step-son, Sully, was in jail. The boy hadn't done anything wrong as far as he could tell. Sully was just faster than the idiot he had quick drawn on.

Sitting at a table in the saloon, Gordon looked at his other step-sons, Clark Edison and Colin Fisher and said, "We can't intimidate the Sheriff so we're going to have to think of something else."

Nodding his head, Clark said, "Pa, why don't we just kill the Sheriff? I can call him out into the street and shoot him with my quick draw."

Shaking his head, Gordon said, "No. Apparently the Sheriff has a lightening quick draw. You're good; but, let's face it, you're not as fast as your brother, Sully. If the Sheriff is quicker than Sully, then you wouldn't fare very well in a gun fight."

Agreeing with his step-father, Fisher said, "Yeah, Clark. I sure would hate to have to bury you right now. The ground is very muddy right now and it would make digging the grave hard to do. Of course, if you want to be cremated, I could build you a funeral pyre and just burn up your body. Yeah, we'll go with that when you die. I bet the flames would be very pretty if we do it at night."

Staring at Fisher, Clark said, "Uh, thanks. I think."

Smiling affectionately at his step-brother, Fisher said, "Hey, no problem. What are kin for?"

Shaking his head, Gordon said, "No one is being cremated, at least not in our family. We bury our dead. We don't barbeque them."

Nodding his head, Clark said, "If you don't want me to call him out, then how do we get Sully out of jail. You know he's too pretty to go to prison."

Nodding his head, Fisher said, "Yeah, Sully is too good looking for his own good. We have to get him out of jail before the mayor decides to have a trial for our brother."

Sighing, Gordon said, "Yes, Sully really does favor his mother's good looks. Her first husband looked like a weasel. It would have been better if the boy had taken after his real father. Well, we all have to play the game with the cards we're dealt with. I think I'm going to hire some hired guns and see if they can get rid of the Sheriff for us."

Shaking his head, Clark said, "But Pa, you always said that we take care of our own messes. We don't hire outsiders to do our dirty work for us."

Frowning, Gordon said, "I think you misunderstood me, Clark. I was talking about another branch of our family. My brother, Ira, for instance, is really rigid in his belief system and believes that help is charity. I'm not a rigid fellow. I'm more than willing to use outside help when it's warranted. We will of course pay for the help so it won't be charity. It will be a honest business transaction."

Nodding his head, Fisher said, "That's more like it, Pa. We are honest businessmen and hiring someone to do something for us is all part of doing business."

Shaking his head, Clark said, "I don't know, Pa. That Sheriff may not like how we do business."

Shrugging his shoulders, Gordon said, "If he doesn't like it he can always leave town. It's not like we're forcing him to do business our way. We'll go back to the ranch tonight. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to have Charlie ride over to the nearest train depot and have him send off some telegrams for me. We should have this whole thing cleared up in a few days."

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The next morning, Tempe prepared a fine breakfast for herself, Max and Booth. She also made extra to send over to the jail for Sully and Hodgins. Booth had loved the pancakes Tempe had made.

Winking at Tempe, Booth said, "These pancakes are as light at feathers. They practically melt in my mouth."

Smiling, Tempe said, "Thank you. I learned how to make these from my friend Angela Montenegro."

Frowning, Booth said, "Uh, Angela Montenegro as in Madame Montenegro?"

Nodding her head, Tempe said, "Yes. When Calendar, Colorado was just a collection of tents, there were very few women here. There was me, Tammy Baker, the lady who owns the Royal Diner and Angela and some of her employees. I found Angela to be very interesting and we became friends."

Puzzled, Booth said, "You do know what Madam Montenegro does for a living, don't you?"

Smiling, Tempe said, "Of course, she talks men into giving her gold, that they've worked very hard for, so that she or her employees will have intercourse with them. It seems a very foolish trade to me."

Shaking his head, Booth asked, "For Angela or the men?"

Laughing, Tempe said, "For the men of course."

Smiling, Booth thought, "You are a very strange woman, Bones; but you're very interesting too."

Max watching and listening to Tempe and Booth talk, kept quiet. "He'd better find out now, how Tempe sees the world, that way he won't have a shock to his system later." Max thought.

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