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couldn’t mean to spank her more; her bottom couldn’t take it! But before she could cajole him anymore, his hand was coming down on her tender asscheeks again.
    Shayna squealed as the Marshal continued to spank her. Right then her ass stung so much she thought she probably would have promised him anything, but all he wanted was her assurance that she would behave herself and go with him quietly. And if it would make him stop spanking her, then she would give it to him. But the moment his back was turned, she would be gone, she promised herself.
    “Stop, please!” she begged. “I promise I won’t try to run! Please just stop spanking me! Pleeeease!”
    This time, the miserable whine in her voice must have swayed him, because he stopped, and Shayna let out a sigh of relief. She would have immediately reached back to rub her throbbing ass, but the Marshal grabbed her arms and held them captive behind her back. So that he could handcuff her, she supposed. Every instinct told her to struggle, but she forced herself to remain still while he snapped the cold steel tightly around her wrists.
    Taking her arm, the Marshal pulled Shayna to her feet and led her to the door. Once again, she had to fight the urge to try and run as he escorted her down the stairs and outside. She had to be smart about this and bide her time, and wait until the opportunity to escape presented itself. She wasn’t going to get far with handcuffs on, and told herself that she would just have to wait until he took them off during a bathroom break or something.
    But to her surprise, and utter dismay, the Marshal didn’t lead her to his vehicle like she had expected, but toward the sheriff’s station down the street. Her steps faltered as panic set in. She had naturally assumed that the Marshal would take her back to Denver. There was no way she would be able to escape locked up in jail.
    Swallowing hard, Shayna allowed him to lead her down the street through the snow. As they passed the diner, she kept her face averted, not wanting to look over and see all the people she knew staring and whispering about her.
    It was going to be humiliating enough to be dragged before the sheriff; the man came into the diner every day for lunch.
    The sheriff was talking to one of his deputies in the outer office, and both men looked up when they entered.
    Upon realizing that the Marshal had her in handcuffs, the sheriff’s gray eyes narrowed. Before he could say anything, however, the Marshal showed the other man his badge and explained that Shayna was wanted back in Denver for embezzlement and suspicion of murder.
    “He’s confused me with someone else,” Shayna told the sheriff after the Marshal had finished.
    The Marshal tightened his grip on her arm and held her back when she tried to take a step forward. “Save it,” he growled.
    Turning to the sheriff, the Marshal produced a folded piece of paper from his pocket. At first, Shayna thought it was a copy of the warrant for her arrest, but as he handed it over to the other man, she saw that it was a wanted poster with her picture on it. She felt her heart sink as the sheriff read it over.
    Madoc was watching the sheriff, too. At first, the other man had looked like he wasn’t going to take Madoc’s word that Shayna Matthews was a fugitive. He never liked dealing with these small-town sheriffs; sometimes, they got really prickly about someone poaching on their jurisdiction. But it should be obvious from looking at the wanted poster that Madoc had made no mistake.
    “Looks like you’re right,” the sheriff said as he folded the paper and handed it back to Madoc. “What do you want me to do about it?”
    Madoc was stunned by the man’s words. “I want you to hold her, of course,” he said. “I’ll talk to the district attorney when I get back to Denver, and he can arrange to have her transferred. It should only be a week or two.”
    “’Fraid not, Marshal,” the sheriff said. “You’re not gonna be