Thus far Squig had had an exemplary week. First, he's signed up for an online course on Colorado law enforcement.  Then he'd driven over to the office supply store in Durango and bought some high end printable business cards.  That evening he created what he thought to himself was an extremely classy card.  It read:
                       Squigman "Squig" Igmewkowski, BS
                                     Sheriff, Katz City, CO
                                         302-911-5678
                                 email: call911Squig@cmail.com
Feeling magnanimous, he'd created the following card for Harlan:

                                      Harlan T. Katz
                                  Deputy, Katz City, CO
                                       302-911-5678
                                email: call911Harlan@cmail.com

Harlan had almost cried when he gave them to him and spent the rest of day staring at his new cards.  He even sent one to his mother in Florida.

Then armed with their new cards they called on all the businesses in town and the ranches that were in their district. Yes, they called on all of the business, except one and that  one was becoming a problem.  Every morning Squig received his wake up call from Dweezil demanding to know if he'd shut that whore house down and every evening he received his end of day call demanding to know if he shut that whore house down.  So on Friday, he decided today was the day.

"Harlan," he said looking over at his deputy who was sitting with his boots on his desk,
 reading the paper. "today is the day we close down the cat house."

Harlan snapped to attention and marching over to the gun cabinet, unlocked it and started bringing down semi automated weapons.  He was in the middle of strapping on his bullet proof vest, when Squig commented, "Harlan will you put those guns away, we're just going to talk to the girls.  I've been reading the file on the place, and There hasn't been any trouble over there in the past and I'm not anticipating any trouble today."

"You cain't never be too prepared, boss." Harlan said pushing two pistols in his waistband."

"Harlan," Squig barked, if you don't put those guns down, I'm going to send you over to the Hairston's Ranch.  They've reported a wild turkey creating trouble for their chickens, and I will go to the whore house by myself."

"But, Boss," Harlan whined.

"You have a choice.  You can put the guns back in the cabinet and come with me.  Or you can go as you are down to the ranch and deal with that turkey."

"But, Boss."

"I don't have all day, Harlan, make up your mind. What's it going to be, the cat house or the chicken coop."

"All right," he moped putting back the guns, ammunition and bullet proof vest. "But if we run into trouble, Boss, you just remember that I warned you."

"I'll be sure to do that.  Now come along, I want to get this over with."


TO BE CONTINUED