<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KL7Uf3vdz0A/UDr2PAfW3xI/AAAAAAAAmBc/EIYJpjy2SI8/s1600/post5.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Matthew Ford<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Heading for the Sheriff's office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone,Mayor Cochran, noticing Jaelyn<br/><hr/><br/>Hard eyes never faltered as the Mayor went on about the details of business in a frontier town. The fact that how a upstanding gentlemen would be hard pressed to find a respectable place to stay in town. Sadly he was a long way from home and such a place would take awhile to get used to the baseness of Gomorra. Not that he wasn't used to such things, in fact it was common in the vast camps of men during campaigns. When you are out marching for months one must enjoy the crasser things in life to keep you from letting the horrors get to you. Ford had sat around with enlisted men enjoying jokes about a whore in town or stories of drunken adventures. In fact he now qualms with such things when it was<em>necessary</em>but never on his free time. There were far more productive things to do if you had the spare time. So he let the small rant of Cochran slide off his shoulders with ease.<br/><br/>Something glinted in the sun out the corner of his eyes and brown eyes glanced as he turned from the man. Normally he wasn't very impatient as dealing with the government required a great deal of patience. However the rather great show of Cochran's amazing incompetence as a Mayor set Ford on the edge. Biting down he dragged his teeth across each other in frustration. All he wanted was to be home and lay down on a fucking bed. After nearly twenty something years of fighting for the Union he was tired. In his bones all he wanted to do was to actually relax for once. It was looking like that life had other plans for him. Out of all the towns he chose it had to be the one with the biggest amount of flopping around.<br/><br/>Eyes followed the flash to a rather modest girl playing with her necklace. She was standing a respectful distance from the Tower, seemingly unwilling to associate with it. As his military jack boots descended the steps to the dusty street Matthew gave the woman a polite tip of his hat. Gold braids moved catching the sun giving off a spectacularly rich color.  Stopping for a second the man looked towards where the Mayor, thinking of him caused Ford to spit to the side, had pointed. Spotting the building in question he began traversing the street in long calculated strides. Slowing down he gave Winona the news before he pointed to the building so she knew where he would be. Giving her a soft kiss on the lips Ford smiled before moving on.<br/><br/>"God damn it Mr. Bilton, you better give me the house or I swear to god..." Matthew muttered tired of being jerked around. Maybe it was just being weary on the road that wore his tolerance down. Normally on any other day it wouldn't bother him that much. Anyone who dealt with command and the politics of being an officer knew that things were never simple. It was always a pretty picture in a textbook of how the cogs are supposed to work. Sadly things on paper rarely ever looked as pretty in person. Fuck was he tired and it was beginning to show, cracks in his usually cool exterior.