The Sherriff's Daughter: WESTERN ROMANCE (Cowboy Alpha Male Bad Boy Romance) (Rancher Pregnancy Romance Short Stories) by Sandra Anderson Page A
Authors: Sandra Anderson
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on the wooden stoop in front of the saloon. In his pocket, you’ll find a few teeth, which might remind him of the fight he got into last night. Let him sleep it off and send him home with a warning. No more passing out in the street. Tell him to find an appropriate alley.”
Clay took Menninger by the collar and threw him on the cot in the cage.
“Anything else boss?” Clay asked as he inspected his food.
“Just the usual vandalism but no slaughtered horses or obvious robberies.”
“There’s not a whole lot to rob here, Sheriff. We’ve got the mercantile, saloon and the church, which is far out of town.”
“We’re located by the gold rich Black Hills and we’d make a nice town for a gang to take over. You forget that above the saloon there are a dozen rooms to rent. It’s a place we should be keeping an eye on.”
“One more thing Clay, before you go out on horseback. Dizzy Moon from the Sioux tribe reported harassment from a white man. It isn’t you is it?”
“No sir. We’ve worked hard to be friendly and they’ve done the same.”
“It’s petty thievery and knocking down some totem poles. You might want to check it out. If you’re going there take Beth cuz she speaks their language better than you.”
I smiled because I loved going along with the deputy even if it was Clay Bask. “I’ll grab my hat and fill a canteen with water.”
Chapter 2:
My horse Perk was excited to go for a ride. She was spirited but some said she was wild and dangerous. She was like that with others but not me. Perk and I had a connection as I didn’t have with another human. I supposed someday I’d have feelings for another person as I dreamed of motherhood, which usually required a partner. Once I showed up on his doorstep, my father didn’t have the time to find a wife, which meant all the cooking and cleaning fell to me. Clay came around to the barn on his old nag Laddie, which was his loyal pal as Perk was to me.
“You travel behind me Beth, because I’m the deputy and you’re just a pain in the ass.”
“Clay I think that deep down, you like having me around.” I smiled as I ignored his instructions and road alongside him.
“Not true. I rue the day the Sheriff opened the door and found you. Why he decided to keep you, I’ll never know.”
“Sheriff Kevin Grant is a good man, that’s why. Every day he puts other people ahead of himself; you included. You should be thankful there are people like him roaming the earth.”
We sped up to a gallop as we moved towards the Sioux Indian village. My father keep an eye on them and they did the same, which wasn’t the case in many towns. There were a few Indians that spoke English but they spoke it slow and Clay didn’t have the patience for it. That’s the reason I got to travel with the deputy. I asked why I couldn’t be deputized and my question was met with laughter.
“Smells delightful,” I said as we approached. “Their method of smoking meat is different from ours and it makes my mouth water. If Dizzy Moon is in a good mood, he’ll give us a sample to take home.”
“Dizzy Moon is always in a good mood when you come along. He likes the pretty ladies.”
Clay just referred to me as a pretty lady but I pretended as if I didn’t hear him. He liked being in charge and he had a gruff exterior that he liked to maintain. Dizzy Moon was standing outside his teepee when we arrived.
“Hello deputy. I see you brought the lovely Beth with you this morning. You’re fortunate to ride with such beauty. Thank you for coming to hear of our recent troubles.”
Clay and I hopped off our horses and Dizzy Moon grasped my hands in his and kissed them gently with his withered lips.
“Tell us what has been going on and I’ll rely on Beth to translate, if I get confused,” Clay raised his hat as a sign of respect.
“First I should state that I don’t think the men causing destruction are from Gaffney. They came through when most of us were
Clay took Menninger by the collar and threw him on the cot in the cage.
“Anything else boss?” Clay asked as he inspected his food.
“Just the usual vandalism but no slaughtered horses or obvious robberies.”
“There’s not a whole lot to rob here, Sheriff. We’ve got the mercantile, saloon and the church, which is far out of town.”
“We’re located by the gold rich Black Hills and we’d make a nice town for a gang to take over. You forget that above the saloon there are a dozen rooms to rent. It’s a place we should be keeping an eye on.”
“One more thing Clay, before you go out on horseback. Dizzy Moon from the Sioux tribe reported harassment from a white man. It isn’t you is it?”
“No sir. We’ve worked hard to be friendly and they’ve done the same.”
“It’s petty thievery and knocking down some totem poles. You might want to check it out. If you’re going there take Beth cuz she speaks their language better than you.”
I smiled because I loved going along with the deputy even if it was Clay Bask. “I’ll grab my hat and fill a canteen with water.”
Chapter 2:
My horse Perk was excited to go for a ride. She was spirited but some said she was wild and dangerous. She was like that with others but not me. Perk and I had a connection as I didn’t have with another human. I supposed someday I’d have feelings for another person as I dreamed of motherhood, which usually required a partner. Once I showed up on his doorstep, my father didn’t have the time to find a wife, which meant all the cooking and cleaning fell to me. Clay came around to the barn on his old nag Laddie, which was his loyal pal as Perk was to me.
“You travel behind me Beth, because I’m the deputy and you’re just a pain in the ass.”
“Clay I think that deep down, you like having me around.” I smiled as I ignored his instructions and road alongside him.
“Not true. I rue the day the Sheriff opened the door and found you. Why he decided to keep you, I’ll never know.”
“Sheriff Kevin Grant is a good man, that’s why. Every day he puts other people ahead of himself; you included. You should be thankful there are people like him roaming the earth.”
We sped up to a gallop as we moved towards the Sioux Indian village. My father keep an eye on them and they did the same, which wasn’t the case in many towns. There were a few Indians that spoke English but they spoke it slow and Clay didn’t have the patience for it. That’s the reason I got to travel with the deputy. I asked why I couldn’t be deputized and my question was met with laughter.
“Smells delightful,” I said as we approached. “Their method of smoking meat is different from ours and it makes my mouth water. If Dizzy Moon is in a good mood, he’ll give us a sample to take home.”
“Dizzy Moon is always in a good mood when you come along. He likes the pretty ladies.”
Clay just referred to me as a pretty lady but I pretended as if I didn’t hear him. He liked being in charge and he had a gruff exterior that he liked to maintain. Dizzy Moon was standing outside his teepee when we arrived.
“Hello deputy. I see you brought the lovely Beth with you this morning. You’re fortunate to ride with such beauty. Thank you for coming to hear of our recent troubles.”
Clay and I hopped off our horses and Dizzy Moon grasped my hands in his and kissed them gently with his withered lips.
“Tell us what has been going on and I’ll rely on Beth to translate, if I get confused,” Clay raised his hat as a sign of respect.
“First I should state that I don’t think the men causing destruction are from Gaffney. They came through when most of us were
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