title: The Sheriff's Betrayal
author:  Linn Keller 
description: LINN KELLER is an expatriated Appalachian storyteller who lived "under the siren" for more than two decades as a firefighter-EMT, EMT-Paramedic and deputy marshal ... simultaneously.Somewhere in all that active confusion he became a nurse, and through it all he remains licensed and active in municipal water and wastewater treatment. A lifetime historian, researcher and re-enactor, Keller lectures on the Civil War and Morgan's Raid, lives reluctantly in Northeast Ohio when he cannot get away to a Western European monastery in the 10th Century, where he portrays Brother William, a Cistercian monk -- or into the American West in the 1880s, where he portrays the second Sheriff of Firelands County, Colorado.His wife assures him he still doesn't know what he wants to do when he grows up.Keller has written The Sheriff's Legacy (October 2008) and now its sequel, The Sheriff's Betrayal. The third book in the Sheriff's series, The Sheriff's Journal, is planned for October 2010, with another in the works.
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  A COWBOY WITH LAZY BLUE EYES HAD ONE CALLUSED HAND WRAPPED AROUND HER THIGH.
  
  
  And one of her stockings was gone.
  
  
  She shot upright. “What do you think you’re doing?”
  
  
  “Trying to take off your other stocking.”
  
  
  “Do it and you’ll regret it.”
  
  
  The cowboy’s eyes narrowed. “I think we’ve got a communication problem here.”
  
  
  His face was burned dark by the sun. Tess remembered him now. He was the
  sheriff her brother had said would protect her. _Not with his hand on her
  thigh, he wouldn’t_.
  
  
  “Get your hand off me.”
  
  
  A vein pumped at his clenched jaw. “Don’t go jumping fences until you get to
  them, Ma’am.”
  
  
  “If you really are the sheriff, then you’d better explain why you had your
  hand up my skirt.”
  
  
  Something glinted in his eye. “Doctor’s orders. Too many clothes, he said.”
  
  
  Tess wasn’t sure what a sheriff should look like, but it certainly wasn’t
  _this_. She smiled icily as she pointed at his chest. “If you’re th