"Good, you can assign your deputies to their rotations, and then teach the off duty men to shoot." NO!" Er, excuse me?" I said, 'no.' You will not pus... me through the back door, and into the Sheriff's office. I said that I would teach the men to shoot, but that is the only thing that I will do. You and your council will form the police force, and assign the duties. Take it or leave it."The old Grand Dame tilted her head to the side and looked at Shaylee with begrudging respect."I don't often. To this I heard Keith, the very young lad, say, "I've watched her wiggle it around the shop a few times, a real cock tease, isn't she"Bill interjected at this point, "Aye son, she is that, but she fucking delivers the goods as well. She's a right dirty slut at times."I could then hear muffled chat as they all chirped in, Keith clearly getting braver by the minute, "Does she like her arse fucked too?" was a question I heard him ask..."Och, aye," Bill chimed in, "She's taken my cock a few times. "Certainly it would look odd to some people who may have reason to be keeping tabs on us if I rode off leaving the supposed Peninsula Shipping investigation untended." Are you inviting yourself out of this trip?" I think so." Trunk said. "I've got plenty of groundwork I can do here, and that way the two of you won't have to worry about hot-footing it back here in time to meet the Rising Sea when it returns. What've we got to tell Captain Halico that I can't tell him myself anyway?" And it gets. He dismounted and led his mare down to the barn where he heard voices. Log Town's best-liked blacksmith, Micah Waters, was explaining something, and Jim McNish and his father were listening and looking worried."Gentlemen," said Beall in greeting, nodding to all three, while tying up his horse and loosening her girth strap."Good to see you, Sheriff," said the smith with a wide grin. "You can help me explain something here if you will." I'll try." Beall pulled out his twist of tobacco and offered.