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Sheila relaxed her arms as he slipped his empty firearm into its holster and he rested his hands on the worn cowhide pommel of his seat. "Excellent. Let's keep this a friendly meeting, Mister Fitzwater." "It is Acting-Sheriff Fitzwater!" he snarled and stiffened his body as his knuckles whitened with rage. His lips formed, but did not speak the next word: "Bitch." "Mind your manners. Play nice." I ditched my smoke and ground the cigarette butt into the soil with my boot. The tension within the circle reached a oriental new equilibrium. The Commander was in charge. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company, Mister Acting-Sheriff?" Sheila smiled. "And why are our friends in handcuffs?" Her face melted into a frown. "I have a court order." He carefully opened his coat to reveal a folded white sheet of paper protruding from the inside breast pocket of his jacket. Sheila returned my curious glance with secretary a small tilt of her head. "Slowly, if you please, Sheriff." I reached up as he took the paper from his coat and handed the tri-folded document to the Commander. Sheila took a step forward. "An order for what?" "It's a search warrant for contraband; illegal weapons and explosives," the sheriff explained with an arresting voice as he nervously looked at the array of sisters surrounding his party. “The order is unsigned and is thus invalid. There is asslicking no judge’s signature,” Sheila said as she examined the paperwork. "Keys please." I extended my open palm upward after my fumbled finger-snap made no sound. Fitzwater's eyes narrowed and his body tensed. “They’re my prisoners.” "Not anymore. Their bail has been paid," the Society's commander japanese said as she took several steps forward and changed her grip on her rifle. I moved a couple of paces away from his mount. "Keys please," I repeated and corrected my aim. The lawman glanced over to the women holding his mounted deputies at gunpoint before he turned to confront Sheila. "They are my prisoners," he repeated in plaintive defiance. Belinda shrugged and slipped her weapon over her shoulder as she took the reins of Darlene's and Seraina's steeds and lead them away from the group of uniformed constables. The pill controls me. My lust with Abigail Miller's corpse had been satisfied for the moment. High cheekbones and an asslicking angular jawline made her seem imperial, a queen before her subjects. I don’t know what it is though…” We will run patrols on a weekly stipend. secretary My uncle hasn’t said anything and he’s been in that office all weekend!” Giving me a quick kiss on the check she lets go. This sent me even further over oriental the edge japanese and I fell backwards on the bed. What do you mean by that, Lady? “Get out. She was now . . .