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detract from her beauty. 
    Her full mouth curved in a smile and her icy blue eyes were filled with humor as she looked at him.  From under her dark brown leather cowboy hat, blonde hair flowed down over her shoulders.  She reminded him of a cougar; tawny, beautiful and lethal.  Mitch noticed the gun belt slung low on her hips and realized who she was.
                  He rose from his chair.  “Sammi?”
                  “In the flesh,” Sammi said and moved closer.  She looked up slightly into his warm brown eyes.  “I just got in about half hour ago.”
                  Mitch closed his eyes and put a hand to his head.  “I’m so sorry.  I forgot.  Um, we’ve had a bad set of circumstances since yesterday.”
                  Sammi noticed the sadness in his eyes.  “Don’t worry about it.  What happened?”
                  Mitch said, “The sheriff passed away yesterday and things have been chaotic.  I’ve been appointed sheriff now.”
                  Sammi looked at his badge.  She hadn’t noticed it before.  “Dang.  I’m so sorry.  I know you were good friends.”
                  Mitch nodded.  “So I’m trying to get up to speed on some things Travis was working on.  Plus, I had to put out fires last night, so to speak.  A few characters thought that since Travis was gone they could get away with some things.”
                  Sammi smiled.  “I’m sure they found out differently.  You don’t impress me as the type to allow that sort of thing to go on.”
                  “That’s right,” Mitch said.  “Are you hungry?  We could go get a bite at the Grady House.”
                  “That would be great,” Sammi said.  “When we’re done, I have to get my stuff from the depot.”
                  “Ok.  Um, I’m not sure where you want to stay,” Mitch said as he opened the door for her.
                  Sammi wasn’t used to that kind of treatment, but liked it.  “I thought you said you had a house.”
                  “That’s right, but like I said, it’s a work in progress and not exactly suitable for guests,” Mitch said.  “Then there’s the fact that we’re not married yet.”
                  Sammi smiled.  “Why, Sheriff, are you looking out for my virtue?” she teased him.
                  Smiling, Mitch nodded.  “And mine.  I’m not sure how everyone would react to the new sheriff shacking up with a woman when they’re not wed.”
                  “Ah, the whole public appearances thing, huh?” Sammi said.  “I understand.  So where am I going to stay?”
                  “Well, there’s the hotel,” Mitch said. He had a hard time keeping his eyes off her.  She exuded confidence and was certainly pretty.
                  “Sammi Jameson!” 
                  Sammi turned to see Joe Dwyer coming up the street at a trot on a beautiful gray horse.  He pulled the horse to a stop and nimbly jumped down.  Then she was enveloped in a big hug.  Joe picked her up and planted a kiss on her cheek as he swung her around.  Sammi laughed and kissed him back. 
                  He set her down and said, “You are a sight for sore eyes, girl.  How the heck are ya’ll?”
                  “I’m just fine and it looks like you are, too, you sexy thing,” Sammi said.
                  Mitch arched an eyebrow at that remark.  He wondered just what kind of relationship she had with Dwyer and felt a small stab of jealousy.
                  “Why, thank you, Miss Jameson.  So when did you get in?” Joe asked.
                  “Just a little bit ago.  Mitch told me about the sheriff passing,” Sammi said as she sobered.  “It’s such a