Chapter 1

Bull---I am sitting out on the back deck of my rental house in Florida. A rental? Yes I rent it from a bank in the Caymans. (Wink, wink) After my last big score I decided it was time to retire. So at the next election I backed TJ for sheriff. Of course she got the women’s vote since she would be the first woman sheriff in our county and also the black vote. Again a first. She’ll make a good sheriff. She learned from the best!

But I am getting ahead of myself. Do you know a million dollars does not go as far as it once did? Towards the end of my time as sheriff I was getting a little worried. I thought I may have to cut back on some of my dreams for retirement. I really had not had a truly big score since the Williams. Remember them? Half a million in cash and the trip with Red and her friend! Good memories!

Here is a little more on that William’s story.

The Williams did pack up and leave the county. They moved to North Carolina if you have to know. It was about a year later that their house finally sold. Mrs. Williams showed up at my office one afternoon and explained that she had been given power of attorney to sell the house and was in town for the closing. She invited me to supper! Hell yes I went! Like I said before she is one good looking woman!

At supper she became a little giggly and started slurring her words. We were not drinking so I suspected drugs. We were in the restaurant at the hotel where she was staying so I played along, as the meal came to a close we headed for the bar.

After a couple of drinks she was real talkative. She revealed it was JR who they bought their drugs from. He was there that night to sell them coke and some ecstasy pills! An argument had ensued over their daughter Becky. He had pushed Hunter Williams to the floor. The broken table! She tried to reason with JR but he kept talking about wanting them to allow him to take Becky out. He had commented on how their secret drug use might get out if he was not allowed a chance at that young pussy! About that time the son showed up with the pistol and killed JR. They concocted that story about Hunter shooting JR forgetting about the gun shot residue.

She grinned and put her hand on my leg.

“I like big men. Men who take charge. Men who know how to treat a woman!”

I stood up and thanked her for the steak. It was delicious and she had insisted on charging the meal to her room. I did not object. As we ate she had told me that her son was now living and working in West Virginia at one of his grandfather’s mines. He seemed to be a changed boy after a year away from his family. He had a girlfriend and was even talking about going to the university and studying to be a mining engineer!

Maybe I had helped the kid after all!

I exited the hotel and drove home.

I never heard from her again.

About now you are wondering about my moral compass. Just where do I draw the line? I have no problem watching ants eat a child rapist and murderer or dealing out a little street justice. I also take advantage of my position as Sheriff to fund my retirement out of the pockets of a few rich guys.

But I draw the line at fucking a married woman! Never have and never will. There is never an upside to doing that for either of the parties involved. There are too many un-attached women out there to risk getting shot over a piece of ass!

A year or so later I did hear that Hunter was in a shit load of trouble up in North Carolina. He was pulled over with an eight ball of coke in his pocket. I wondered how much it was going to cost his daddy to get him out of that one!