turned out to be a criminal.
But you never knew. Heâd learned that at the academy. You never assumed anything.
âI just figure when the sheriff comes to call, heâs got a reason.â
He smiled his best smile, showing off his straight, even teeth. He knew he checked off all the boxes when it came to male attractiveness. Broad-shouldered physique? Check. Rugged features? Check. Blue eyes, blond hair? Check. A fine suit of clothes with creases straight as a Wyoming highway running up the legs? Double check. And his shoes were as shiny as a snakeâs beady eye. He didnât see how any woman could resist him.
But this woman did. She didnât even smile back.
It was his business to know what went on in this town, and he knew sheâd spent hours with Ridge Cooper the day before. Ridge Cooper, with his torn jeans and dirty boots. There was just no comparison.
So why wasnât she smiling?
Evidently, she liked the Western type, so Jim leaned against the wall and crossed one leg over the other, the way heâd seen that sheriff on Longmire do it. âYouâre from the city, arenât you, honey?â
She still didnât smile. And heâd even called her honey. What was wrong with the woman?
âIâm from Denver,â she said.
Oh. Well, that explained it.
He cleared his throat. âWell, here in Wynott, the law doesnât wait until somethingâs wrong to show up. We believe in a preventive approach.â He pretended to pause on purpose while his mind scrambled around, searching for the words in the training manual heâd gotten at the academy. âItâs a new concept called community policing. We make an effort to get to know the citizens we protect.â
He supposed the âweâ part was a bit of an exaggeration, since he was the only law in the whole town. But it sounded better that way.
âWould you like to talk in my office?â she asked.
Did he catch a little wink there, or did he imagine it? He tipped his hat, just in case. âSure, maâam.â
It wasnât much of an office. It looked more like a closet. But she sat down behind a big, old metal desk, so he settled into the chair in front of it. The chair was broken, with one leg held together with a C-clamp. The whole place looked like a scratch-and-dent sale.
He pinched the legs of his trousers as he sat down, tugging them up over his knees to avoid straining the fabric. It was time to get down to business.
âNow,â he said, âI know youâve got your hands full, and I aim to help you all I can.â He smiled again, encouraging her to trust him. âYou tell me which boys are the biggest troublemakers, and Iâll keep an eye on them.â
Was it his imagination, or did she look kind of grim? That cute little smile was nothing but a memory. Evidently, keeping an eye on these kids wasnât nearly enough.
âI could give âem a good talking to if you want,â he continued. âShow âem the jail cells in the old municipal building, do a Scared Straight kind of thing.â
She sat back and folded her arms over her chest. It sure was a nice chest.
âI thought the jail was shut down years ago,â she said.
âThatâs the beauty of it,â Jim said. âPlace looks downright spooky, and they donât have to know we donât use it.â
âIt would probably give them nightmares.â
There, now she was getting it. âExactly.â
âYou think thatâs a good thing?â
âSure do. Prevention is nine-tenths of the law.â
She stared at him as if she was confused. Maybe sheâd never heard that expression before. He did have a way with words.
âSheriff, I donât know what youâve been told, but these are not bad kids. Their parents couldnât take care of them for one reason or another, so they ended up in the foster care system through no fault of their own.