Free Wanted by the Devil by Joanna Blake, Pincushion Press

lady."
                  "You don't say. Hey, aren't you the cutie who works down at Mae's?"
                  He didn't have turn his head to see Kaylie was afraid of Grant. He could just feel it. He tried to switch their focus off of the terrified girl behind him and back onto the matter at hand. It was hard to keep the scorn from his voice but he managed it.
                  "What seems to be the problem Sheriff?"
                  "We were looking for you."
                  "I'm flattered."
                  "Don't be. We have reason to suspect that you are involved in a felony. The attack of a young woman."
                  "What?"
                  "I said, you are being charged with attacking a young woman."
                  Grant slapped his thigh, still leering at Kaylie. Devlin felt like his stomach was falling into his boots.
                  "Oooeeee, she's a looker. Or she was until you roughed her up. Not like this one though. You sure have good taste for an outlaw."
                  "I haven't attacked anyone."
                  "Well, see, she says you did. And you being who you are, doesn't seem so far fetched. Criminal element and what not."
                  "When did she say this happened?"
                  "Last Saturday at the State Fair."
                  "He was with me."
                  The Sheriff leaned down and peered at Kaylie. Devlin gritted his teeth.
                  "What's that miss?"
                  "I said, he couldn't have attacked anyone because he was with me."
                  The Sheriff gave her an appraising look.
                  "All day and all night?"
                  "Yes."
                  "Well be that as it may, I'm going to have to take him in for questioning. Stand up now please Mr. McRae and face the bike."
                  Devlin closed his eyes and forced himself to comply. The bastards were doing this out of spite. It was just scare tactics. He hadn't attacked anyone and they knew it. He just wished they had picked a time when Kaylie wasn’t with him. Never mind that they were in the middle of nowhere.
                  He felt the cuffs snap closed around his wrists and turned around, careful not to make any sudden movements.
                  "We'll bring you back for your bike if the charges are dropped."
                  "Somebody has to come pick up Kaylie."
                  Grant slapped his knee.
                  "Kaylie! That's it. I knew it. You sure look all grown up don't you now, darlin'?"
                  Sheriff Dooley pulled Devlin away just as Grant put his arm over her shoulders solicitously. He looked her over and grinned at Devlin.
                  "Don't worry about a thing Mr. McRae. I'll see the little darlin’ home."
                  He felt rage boiling up inside him as he was pushed into the back of the squad car. If he hadn't of been cuffed he would have killed the man. He still might.
                  He watched as Kaylie followed the officer to the second car. She made eye contact with him through the window, trying to reassure him. She looked scared.
                  "I'll go to the club house! Don't worry!"
                  He gritted his teeth as Grant opened the passenger side door for Kaylie. At least he wasn't making her ride in the back. But if he touched her… he leaned his forehead against the padded wall separating him from the front and silently screamed.
     

                  They held him for three days. Three awful days during which Kaylie imagined horrible things happening to him. Her mind went wild, picturing every scenario in the book. All except Dev