Title: Presumption of Guilt - Chapter 4

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”.

Words: 2,685

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”. I'd love to hear what you think. It’s all helpful, dear readers.

X - posted from my LiveJournal.

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Presumption of Guilt

Chapter Four

In the candle-lit bedchamber of wealthy rancher Morton Chandler, Inara Serra reclined gracefully upon a high, ornate bed of dark wood, her curves elegantly draped by fine silken sheets. She smiled warmly at the sweaty, naked older man who lay panting beside her in the aftermath of congress. Companions were trained to flatter their clients, but in such a way as to be believable. “I must say,” she sighed, gently running her perfectly manicured fingers through the man’s sparse hair, "my expectations were certainly fulfilled, Mr. Chandler. I hope that you can say the same.” At least he finished quickly, and didn’t request anything out of the ordinary…

Chandler looked as if he was teetering on the edge of a coronary. “You were magnificent, Miss Inara,” he panted. “Everything I’d ever dreamed of and more. Your splendid reputation is well earned." He fanned his florid face and laughed giddily. “Oh my, I find myself rather out of breath.”

Inara rose gracefully from the bed, slipping into an exquisitely embroidered ruby silk dressing gown. “Perhaps another glass of that most excellent wine would refresh us.” She deftly poured more of the rich burgundy liquid into fine cut crystal goblets and returned to the bed. She proffered one glass to her client and seated herself fluidly near hi