He walked around for a few hours then went to the sheriff's office so he could take off the cowboy boots. Of course, they were new and not the least bit comfortable. There was a breaking in period with boots. That's why the old-timers wore them until they were falling off their feet. They didn't want to break in a new pair. He was sitting with his feet up on the desk when his phone went off. There was a text from the bartender at the saloon there was a problem. He figured this was part of the reenactment Ella set up so he reluctantly put back on the gun, hat, and boots. When he got there the bartender was holding on to Karen.

"What's the problem?"

"She slapped me," a man said.

It was a good one too. His face was red. He wasn't one of the actors not wearing shorts and a shirt that was more suited for Hawaii. Snyder walked over to Karen.

"What happened?'

"He grabbed my ass."

"That's it."

"What are going to do about it sheriff?" the man asked.

He turned and put his hand on the gun. "Well, I could lock you up overnight for assaulting my woman. Or we could go outside and settle this like men."

It was hard for Snyder not to laugh because the look on his face was one of confusion not knowing if he was serious or just part of the part he was playing. Snyder grabbed on to Karen and started dragging her out.

"What are you going to do sheriff," someone asked.

"I'm taking her home and give her the punishment she needs."

"Can we watch?"

"Sorry, not part of today's entertainment." He stopped at the door. "Just so there aren't any hard feelings you get a free drink and supper."

Snyder was pulling her down the sidewalk. "You can't be hitting a tourist."

"But he grabbed my ass."

"So, you're in a bar. You got to expect a little grab-ass."

"This isn't the old west."

"Well, it's supposed to be."

When they got to the sheriff's office, he was going to tell her to take the rest of the night off but then had a wicked idea. He opened up the jail. It was small just barely big enough for one person. There was a single bed, a stool, and a spittoon.

"Get in."

"Aren't you taking this a little too far?"

"I'm just getting started." He closed the door. "Come here, put your hand through the bars." She did and he got the handcuffs and put them on. He went to the door but it couldn't be locked so he propped up a chair so no one could get in. He took off the gun and placed it on the desk then started taking off the other clothes.

"What are going to do?"

"Something I should have done the first time I saw you."

When everything was off except the trousers, he went into the cell and got behind her. He pushed up the dress, reached around, and untied the bloomers. He slid them down and then ran his hands over the cheeks.

"Wow, these are nice."

He massaged them, ran the fingers between the cheeks. Karen spread her legs apart and lifted waiting and wanting to feel him. He took the tip of the cock and ran it all over the pussy. She let out a guttural moan when the head went inside. He grabbed on to hips and pushed it in. It was so tight. Knowing this wasn't slut pussy like Ella he pushed in easy until it was all the way in; moving it from side to side had her pushing back wanting to feel all of it. He pulled down the top of the dress and the leather strap freeing the tits massaging them as they hung down. While twisting the nipples, he bucked into her.