<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Judgehawkins.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Judge Warwick<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Courthouse: Judge Warwick's office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny, Elisabeth Boyle<br/><hr/><strong>”Until he was killed,”</strong>agreed the Judge.<strong>”A murder I’ve heard no word of investation on, yet.”</strong>He frowned, as deeply troubled by that as anything else.<br/><br/>He chuckled.<strong>”She is.  And I can think of any number of reasons,”</strong>he added.<strong>”She is technically still a married woman,”</strong>he pointed out, giving a chuckle of amusement.  He paused, giving a slightly awkward glance over to<em>Mrs.</em>Landry – who it seemed disturbingly easy to forget was a married woman.  He swallowed and gave a small smile.<strong>”Ah, and … more to the point I think she’s just not so interested in walking down the aisle again as our incurably romantic Lady Boyle might believe.”</strong>It was said with a certain adoration, though – Gomorra certainly needed the impossibly high-spirited sorts, and Elisabeth Anne Boyle was nothing if not relentlessly full of cheer.<br/><br/>He was a bit startled at the blurted  suggestion.<strong>“You’d first need to convince Nathan of the wisdom of running for such a position,”</strong>he pointed out.<strong>”And I believe your assessment.  Coleman certainly seemed to think he was the more capable heir, of the two, but he does suffer from a rather overwhelming case of modesty.  Bilton and Templeton have been badmouthing him for years, and he’s never once stooped to their level or defended himself.  I appreciate his respect for the high ground, but it’s done nothing for his reputation.”</strong><br/><br/>He let Elisabeth answer the question as to the French restaurants in town, adding only<strong>”And the bakery does an excellent baguette, and some pastries.  But wine, cheese – we’re in short supply.  The Golden Mare has the only supply of either with any quality.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Christian Specter?”</strong>He considered.<strong>”I’ve heard the name before.  I haven’t heard of him taking any role as a lawman, Elisabeth.  As a gunslinger, sure, but he has to have enforced the law somewhere.  As a deputy or a sheriff.  If it’s my endorsement you’re looking for, I’ll need something more than that he’s a good hand with a gun.  He needs experience enforcing the law, and I’d hope at least some familiarity with it.  If he were working with someone I knew to have a respect for the law, and an awareness of it, then I’d be happy to see them work together.  If they could work together,”</strong>he added.  He smiled back at her, well aware what was behind her sweet smile.<strong>“I want a better candidate than Bilton as much as anyone, Elisabeth.  I’d endorse Hunter without question if he was convinced to run.  Last night, I tried, but he seemed convinced that a bad sheriff was better than two bickering ones.  He didn’t like the idea of working for Bilton, but he could stomach it.  It might just <em>need</em> a woman’s touch convincing him he’s the better man.”</strong><br/>