Henry's hand.
"Well, bring her by when you get the
chance, Ben." Henry seemed satisfied very quickly which was unusual
for him. But Ben let it slide. Henry was harmless and there really
wasn't anything to tell, Savannah Kingsley would be gone as soon as
he verified her information.
He secretly pondered whether to check
the plates and run a check on the car. It seemed downright
underhanded, but he was the Sheriff and if anything was amiss he
should know it. After a lot of deliberating, he decided he should
run the check. It would be a while before he heard back, but he put
it in his computer and would check at home later.
Pulling his keys from the drawer, he
locked the small jailhouse and headed home, since his two deputies
were over in Sweetwater taking tests.
Mrs. Johnson was busy hanging the wash
out back, and Little Bit greeted him the moment he got out of the
Jeep. Ben bent down and played with his dog for several minutes,
then threw his ball and watched as Little Bit ran to catch it. He
was nearly on the porch when the dog brought it dangling from his
mouth. "Good boy," he smiled and scratched him behind the
ears.
Savannah was nowhere to be
found.
That is until he heard a loud shrieking
sound. Always on the alert, Ben wasted no time in following the
sound. He rounded the house just in time to see Savannah flailing
her arms in the air wildly.
"Oh no...Oh my God!" she shrieked even
louder, hopping about as though the devil himself were after her.
The expensive camera equipment fell to the dust and she groaned.
Ben couldn't begin to imagine what was going on at first, until he
heard the sound of bees.
Without hesitating, he hauled her up
and into his arms and into the house. She was light as a feather,
but not at all happy to be manhandled.
"What are you doing?" she protested
hotly as he set her down in the kitchen.
"Getting you out of another scrape, it
would seem," Ben replied holding her arm and examining it closely.
"You've been stung."
"I know that, why do you think I was
hollering, Sheriff," she nearly yelled at him and jerked her arm
free. "I'll be alright in a few minutes."
Ben shook his head, and began looking
at her from head to toe. "Are you allergic to insect bites,
too?"
Savannah shrugged. "I don't know, I've
never been stung before."
He nodded as though he knew another
catastrophe had befallen her. "Well, I hate to be the one to tell
you, but you're breaking out in welts all over your face and arms.
We'd better call Dr. Peters."
Savannah examined herself in the hall
mirror and moaned aloud, "Oh no, not this ..."
Ben nodded and went to the kitchen
sink. He came back to her and applied some kind of paste to her
sting, then blotted her welts.
"Why don't you go lie down, I'll get
the doctor out here to look at you."
Savannah shook her head. "If my car is
ready, I'm leaving. I'm not so sure about this town of yours
Sheriff. It doesn't seem all that peaceful to me."
"You're in no shape to drive now." He
instructed as though he knew best. "Besides, I'm still checking
your information out. And there's still a little matter of a
license."
Mrs. Johnson came in and saw the welts
immediately. "Oh my, you should lie down, dear."
"But ..."
Seeing Ben's adamant expression, she
didn't argue. She let Mrs. Johnson take care of her, waiting on her
like a baby.
Ben called the doctor and went to look
in on her again.
"The doc will be right out." he
informed her.
Savannah was lying on the bed again,
and when he came to sit on the side beside her, she nearly jumped
up.
"I'm terribly sorry about this,
Sheriff." Savannah began then realizing what he said stopped.
"Right out? Are you kidding? Your doctor makes house
calls?"
"Only to the very young and old, but if
it's an emergency, Doc Peters will show up, for sure."
"I can't believe it. House calls. Oh, I
must look awful. I feel it. I'm so sorry, Sheriff."
"It's Ben, remember? And it can't be
helped. Are you in any pain?" His concern was genuine. He
"Well, bring her by when you get the
chance, Ben." Henry seemed satisfied very quickly which was unusual
for him. But Ben let it slide. Henry was harmless and there really
wasn't anything to tell, Savannah Kingsley would be gone as soon as
he verified her information.
He secretly pondered whether to check
the plates and run a check on the car. It seemed downright
underhanded, but he was the Sheriff and if anything was amiss he
should know it. After a lot of deliberating, he decided he should
run the check. It would be a while before he heard back, but he put
it in his computer and would check at home later.
Pulling his keys from the drawer, he
locked the small jailhouse and headed home, since his two deputies
were over in Sweetwater taking tests.
Mrs. Johnson was busy hanging the wash
out back, and Little Bit greeted him the moment he got out of the
Jeep. Ben bent down and played with his dog for several minutes,
then threw his ball and watched as Little Bit ran to catch it. He
was nearly on the porch when the dog brought it dangling from his
mouth. "Good boy," he smiled and scratched him behind the
ears.
Savannah was nowhere to be
found.
That is until he heard a loud shrieking
sound. Always on the alert, Ben wasted no time in following the
sound. He rounded the house just in time to see Savannah flailing
her arms in the air wildly.
"Oh no...Oh my God!" she shrieked even
louder, hopping about as though the devil himself were after her.
The expensive camera equipment fell to the dust and she groaned.
Ben couldn't begin to imagine what was going on at first, until he
heard the sound of bees.
Without hesitating, he hauled her up
and into his arms and into the house. She was light as a feather,
but not at all happy to be manhandled.
"What are you doing?" she protested
hotly as he set her down in the kitchen.
"Getting you out of another scrape, it
would seem," Ben replied holding her arm and examining it closely.
"You've been stung."
"I know that, why do you think I was
hollering, Sheriff," she nearly yelled at him and jerked her arm
free. "I'll be alright in a few minutes."
Ben shook his head, and began looking
at her from head to toe. "Are you allergic to insect bites,
too?"
Savannah shrugged. "I don't know, I've
never been stung before."
He nodded as though he knew another
catastrophe had befallen her. "Well, I hate to be the one to tell
you, but you're breaking out in welts all over your face and arms.
We'd better call Dr. Peters."
Savannah examined herself in the hall
mirror and moaned aloud, "Oh no, not this ..."
Ben nodded and went to the kitchen
sink. He came back to her and applied some kind of paste to her
sting, then blotted her welts.
"Why don't you go lie down, I'll get
the doctor out here to look at you."
Savannah shook her head. "If my car is
ready, I'm leaving. I'm not so sure about this town of yours
Sheriff. It doesn't seem all that peaceful to me."
"You're in no shape to drive now." He
instructed as though he knew best. "Besides, I'm still checking
your information out. And there's still a little matter of a
license."
Mrs. Johnson came in and saw the welts
immediately. "Oh my, you should lie down, dear."
"But ..."
Seeing Ben's adamant expression, she
didn't argue. She let Mrs. Johnson take care of her, waiting on her
like a baby.
Ben called the doctor and went to look
in on her again.
"The doc will be right out." he
informed her.
Savannah was lying on the bed again,
and when he came to sit on the side beside her, she nearly jumped
up.
"I'm terribly sorry about this,
Sheriff." Savannah began then realizing what he said stopped.
"Right out? Are you kidding? Your doctor makes house
calls?"
"Only to the very young and old, but if
it's an emergency, Doc Peters will show up, for sure."
"I can't believe it. House calls. Oh, I
must look awful. I feel it. I'm so sorry, Sheriff."
"It's Ben, remember? And it can't be
helped. Are you in any pain?" His concern was genuine. He
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