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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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Gordon Wyatt decided to give the Sheriff the benefit of the doubt and rode into town with his step-sons. Leaving the boys at the saloon, Gordon rode his horse over to the jail and dismounted his horse. Tying the reins to the post outside, Gordon looked up and down the street. He noticed how calm and quiet the street was. That wasn't to say that there weren't people walking about; it's just there weren't any fights going on, no arguing could be heard, no disharmony to be seen. Nodding his head, Gordon walked in to the jail to confront Booth.

Walking through the doorway, Gordon walked over to Booth's desk and sat down in the chair across from where Booth was sitting. Putting his hands on his knees, Gordon said, "Sheriff, I'm a fair man and I think an honest one. I'm here to tell you that my brothers are on the way here and they will be here tomorrow. They are going to help me get my son out of jail. I promised Sully's mother, while she lay on her death bed, that I would always take care of Sully and I feel that is a sacred trust. Sully is an idiot, I grant you that; but, he is my idiot and I don't want him to go to prison for winning a fair fight."

Sighing, Booth said, "I understand Mr. Wyatt. I do; but, I am an officer of the court. Sully was deceitful when he had that gunfight. There wasn't anything fair about it. If you just let him go to court, he can have his say. Hell, the judge may see it his way. Who knows? I'm just asking you to let this play out in the courts. It's the right the thing to do."

Nodding his head, Gordon said, "I appreciate your point of view, Sheriff; but, we are talking about my son. I can't let him go to jail. He might not survive an experience like that. He's actually a very delicate boy. You don't see that because you don't know him. I can't betray his mother's trust in me. I have to get him out of jail and out of Colorado. I should have sent him back east to his kin a long time ago. That's my mistake and I don't want Sully to pay for my sentimental nature. To be truthful, I don't want you to pay for it either. I will ask you once more. Please let Sully go."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "I can't."

Nodding his head, Gordon said, "Can I see my boy?"

Nodding his head, Booth said, "Of course."

Getting up from his chair, Gordon walked into the back room. Seeing Sully sitting on the bed, playing with a deck of cards, Gordon walked over to the bars and put his hands up, clasping a bar in each hand.

"Boy," Gordon said. "Are you alright?"

Smiling, Sully said, "Of course, Pa. I'm bored; but, that's ok. The Sheriff and Hodgins come and talk to me sometimes. They play cards with me in the afternoon and let me keep the deck when I'm by myself."

Nodding his head, Gordon said, "Ian and John are on the way here. They're bringing their sons. They're going to help me get you out of jail. This will be over by tomorrow evening."

Grinning, Sully said, "Good. I want to go home. Are you going to kill the Sheriff?"

Shaking his head, Gordon said, "Not if I can help it. He's a pleasant chap and he's doing his job. No one should have to die for doing their job."

Puzzled, Sully said, "Yeah, ok. You seem to like him. Do you?"

Nodding his head, Gordon said, "Yes, I do; but, that won't keep me from keeping my promise to your mother. You just be ready tomorrow afternoon."

Smiling, Sully said, "Sure thing, Pa. I'll be ready."

Turning around, Gordon left the jail without speaking to Booth. Getting back on his horse, Gordon rode back down to the saloon.

Fisher, waiting outside of the saloon, waved at his step-father and asked, "What did the Sheriff say?"

Frowning, Gordon said, "He said that he'll do his job."

Nodding, Fisher called into the saloon for Clark and then walked back out to his horse. Mounting his horse, Fisher said, "If we kill the Sheriff can we have a funeral for him. I like the guy, Pa."

Nodding his head, Gordon said, "Of course."

Clark, walking out of the saloon, heard the end of the conversation between Fisher and Gordon and said ,"As long as it's his funeral and not ours."

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The dominoes are falling. Final chapter coming up next.