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I don't own Bones or the 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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Leaving the store, Booth noticed Tempe walking down the sidewalk towards him. Waiting for her to arrive by his side, Booth smiled and said, "Hey, Bones are you going home for lunch?"
Nodding her head, Tempe said, "Yes, I thought I would make some egg salad sandwiches and bring it to the jail for Hodgins and Sully. You're welcome to join me at home if you'd like or you can eat when I bring the sandwiches to the jail."
Smiling, Booth said, "I'll go with you to the house. I ran into Daisy this morning and she agreed to do me a favor. I need to make sure she's doing ok."
Nodding her head, Tempe said, "Daisy is a very friendly person. She likes to help people when she can."
Flicking his eyes upward and then back at Tempe, Booth said, "Yeah, I noticed that this morning."
As they started to walk down the sidewalk towards Tempe's house, Booth heard a man call out to him in the middle of the street.
"Hey, Sheriff," Howard Epps said. "Just the man I'm looking for. My name is Howard Epps. I heard you're a fast draw and a mighty arrogant son a bitch about it. Mr. Gordon Wyatt wants me to teach you a lesson about it. By the way, just so you know, I'm wanted over in Houston, Texas. I accidentally killed my girlfriend and cut off her head. Since you're the Sheriff, it's your duty to come after me. Since I'm not eager to go back to Texas, you're going to have to outdraw me and send my body back if you want to do your job."
Putting her hand on Booth's left arm, Tempe said, "You're not going to kill another gunman are you?"
Frowning, Booth said, "Well, I'm pretty sure that's how we both want this to end, don't you?"
Puzzled, Tempe searched Booth's face. Thinking about it, Tempe said, "Oh, yes, I suppose we do."
Nodding his head, Booth walked out into the street. Pedestrians, seeing the Sheriff and a stranger facing off in the street, ran from the street up onto the sidewalk. A few people with more sense than most, walked into the nearest building.
Facing Booth, Howard said, "You know, when I finish this, I'm going to have you buried in the graveyard face down. I don't want your body to face heaven for eternity since that's not where you're going."
Smiling, Booth said, "I'll make sure to tell your mother that you died crying her name."
Angry, Howard said, "Leave my mother out of this." Pulling his gun, Howard brought his gun up to point at Booth. Unfortunately for him, it was a dead hand. He died the minute the bullet hit his brain. Falling down, Howard lay on the street.
Walking over towards Howard's body, Booth looked around to see if he could see Hodgins. Instead, he saw a young man leave the sidewalk and walk over to where he was standing.
Looking at the body of Howard Epps, Zach asked, "Would you like for me to arrange to have this man buried?"
Nodding his head, Booth said, "That's nice of you to ask. Do you know this man?"
Shaking his head, Zach said, "No, my father and I run the funeral home."
Smiling, Booth said, "Ok, go ahead and give Howard the very nice funeral he obviously wanted and send the bill to Gordon Wyatt. Howard worked for Gordon."
Frowning, Zach asked, "How do you know he worked for Gordon Wyatt?"
Sighing, Booth said, "Howard pretty much said that he did. Did Gordon pay for Brodsky's funeral?"
Puzzled, Zach said, "Yes, he did. He said we spent too much money on the casket; but, besides that he was fine with the bill."
Nodding his head, Booth said, "Then he'll pay for this one too. Don't skimp on the casket though. We shouldn't show favoritism between Brodsky and Howard."
Smiling, Zach said, "Of course. Our motto it a funeral fit for a prince."
Grinning, Booth said, "Well then, Gordon will appreciate it that you don't want to have a cheap funeral for Howard. If he fusses, remind him that he's one of the wealthiest men around here and people would think poorly of him if he had a bare bones funeral for one of his employees."
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Poor Howard. No matter when he lives, screwing around with Booth is a stupid thing to do.