Title: Presumption of Guilt - 2

Author: hisgoodgirl

Disclaimer: All belongs to Joss. I got nada but my imagination.

Characters: Crew, omc, ofc.

Warning: PG for graphic violence, profanity and other grownup things.

Setting: In the town of Silverton, on Santo, immediately prior to “The Train Job”.

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A/N: As a kid, my two favorite TV genres were westerns and detective shows. I finally decided to tackle both in a mix I’ve thought of as “Firefly CSI”. Remember, feedback is what writers (and muses) live for. It’s all helpful, dear readers.

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Presumption of Guilt

Chapter Two

Mal felt more than a little naked leaving his sidearm behind on the sheriff’s desk after Garvey patted him down. Zoe’s grim expression told him his first mate and battle companion understood completely. Unlocking the door that led into Silverton’s lockup, Garvey ushered him back. This wasn’t the first time Mal had come to see his merc in jail. In truth, he’d had to go Jayne’s bail on numerous occasions. The man had no sense about his drink and took an unnatural delight in bar brawls. It was as if he had a mortal need to blow off some steam after being cooped up on board the boat for more’n a few days.

The way Mal looked at it, if you had a junkyard dog, you had to occasionally give him the run of the place, lest he gnaw his own leg off out of sheer orneriness. Most times, he just docked Jayne’s pay for the bail money and all was square. But this? This was a different situation altogether.

“He’s back there in that last cell on the right, Captain. Take your time. Judge Budd won’t be here to arraign him for trial until tomorrow afternoon. Just knock on the door when you’re done.”

“Good enough,” Mal replied wearily, casting a sidewise glance at the drunks sobering up in the front cells. He’d done his own share of hard time, the worst of it with Zoe in an Alliance prison camp