Disclaimer: Joss, Fox, Universal Own em’. I’m just playing. No money being made.

This story is set fifteen years into the future from the story I have written called “Big Blue”

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AN: Getting closer to the end here folks...

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Thanks to my Beta, Chris

Cast of characters:

Parents:

Malcolm Reynolds 52

Inara Serra-Reynolds 45

Allan Bryant 68

Zoë Bryant 48

Simon Tam 44

Kaylee Tam 41

Jayne Cobb 52

River Cobb 36

Kids:

Jefferson (Jeff) Reynolds 16

Emma Reynolds 11

Sara Bryant 15

Rebecca Tam 16

John (Jack) Tam 11

Rachel Cobb 9

Jesse Cobb 6

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Heritage-Chapter Twenty Two

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“Kin I help you fellers?” Allan said, putting just a little slur in his speech. He tried to keep calm. Being surrounded by three hard core mercenaries wasn't doing wonders for his blood pressure.

“Who the hell are you old man?”

“Like I told yer' buddy inside, name's Allan Washburn.”

“What are you doin here?” the man growled at Allan.

“Was tryin ta' go home till you fellers got all up in ma' face.”

The leader of this little group made as if he was going to hit him. Allan knew he was going to have to take the punch to keep from blowing cover.

Allan began to brace himself when he heard a shout.

“Hey! Break it up!” called a voice behind the group.

“Nothing wrong here Sheriff,” The lead man said, quickly backing away from Allan.

“Don't give me that,” The man said as he approached. Just a bit shorter than Allan with gray hair, the man the mercenaries called the sheriff looked to be around the same age as Allan. He also wore a brown coat.

“You lot 'ave bin causin trouble ever since you done showed up. Now get yer fancy pi-gu's back to the mine where ya' belong and stop harrasin the local drunk.”

“You know this old man?”

“Hell yeah. That's old Gramps. Must have had some extra coin this week iffin he was in the tavern drinkin.”

“All right then,” The mercenary said, “Come on boys. We gotta get back inside and report to the boss.”