<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8f/Marguerite_Tuerny_07.jpg/600px-Marguerite_Tuerny_07.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The street outside of the Casino Morongo<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sloane, Harley, Nicodemus, Open<br/><hr/>The question stopped her.  She wasn't sure she should trust the charming red-headed man, but there was also the adage about the devil you know.  She decided not to decide.<strong>"Oh, I don't suppose there's any great hurry."</strong>She replied.<strong>"It's alarming."</strong>She added.<strong>"About the sheriff I mean.  Do you agree with the story in the paper?  That that notorious outlaw came brazenly into town and gunned him down?"</strong>To her the story didn't make much sense.  Why would an outlaw pick a fight with the law for no apparent profit?<br/><br/>Criminals always had a reason for their crimes.  Usually, that reason was profit.  She didn't see any profit in a dead sheriff.  Though maybe he was close to catching them.  Hard to imagine he was making any progress toward that while cleaning his gun like the paper said he was doing.  She summed up her thoughts rather simply.<strong>"It's all quite confusing.  And alarming."</strong>She'd said that last part before, but it was.  Very alarming.