Title: Presumption of Guilt – Chapter 6

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: 2,746

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”.

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Presumption of Guilt

Chapter Six

In the course of his forty years, Jayne Cobb had spent many a night locked up for something. ‘Drunk and Disorderly’, ‘Breaking and Entering’, ‘Larceny’ and ‘Assault’ – they were all listed on his criminal record in the Cortex central database for anyone to see.

Jayne had always known he wasn’t a smart man, and most of his education came from the school of hard knocks. Long hours tracking game in his youth to supplement his family’s limited resources refined his uncommonly observant nature. For nearly twenty years he’d survived through guts, tenacity and the natural skills the good Lord had blessed him with. He was a hard worker – when he had to be. His strength and large size came in handy in lots of ways, and he’d done stints as a welder, shifting cargo on freighters and more recently, as hired muscle.

The latter came to him naturally, especially once he discovered his love for brawling. Oh, he’d fought for money, but most of the time it was for the sheer joy of busting some yokel’s chops. He took great pride in his skill with weapons. As a mercenary, they were the tools of his trade and he mainta