Chapter 2
"Where are we going?" Tony asked from the back of the vehicle when he noticed that the Sheriff didn't take the turnoff back into town.
"You'll find out soon enough, young fellow," was all the Sheriff would say as he drove swiftly over the well worn and familiar roads he had grown up knowing. After about thirty minutes he pulled into an old homestead and came to a stop. He sat there as if trying to come to a decision and had just about talked himself out of it when Tony opened his mouth, "Sheriff I demand to know what you are going to do. My boss isn't going to like it if he learns you kept me from completing my mission."
That was all that was needed before Sheriff Black got out and pulled Tony from the car and pushed him towards a small building out back. "This young sir is a woodshed," he explained, "and do you know what a woodshed was used for in the olden times?"
"No…a place to hold wood?" replied Tony.
"Yep, that was what it was built for; but the fathers soon found another use for it as a place to discipline their unruly and misbehaving sons…I think it will do quite nicely for the disciplining of misbehaving agents, too," and pushed Tony in.
Tony took one look at the implements hanging up inside and squawked, "You can't be serious…that is assault on a federal agent…I can have you prosecuted for that," he protested heartedly but it did no good as he was pushed into position over a old waist high bench and held there effortlessly by the Sheriff.
"Yep, that you can, son but I don't think you will. You will not want anyone knowing that I took a strap to your hide," the Sheriff said as he pulled down a razor strop and struck Tony hard against his backside. He only gave Tony two more licks, wanting for him to experience the sting but not to really hurt him before he stood back and allowed Tony to straighten back up.
The journey back to town was much quieter with the exception of the occasional yelp when the car hit a bump. It was a more subdued Tony that marched in ahead of the Sheriff a few minutes later. He was placed in a cell with the promise that he could call his boss soon in the morning. "There's no reason why you should disturb his sleep over this…you will keep until the morning."