<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 11, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Sheriff's Office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Matthew Ford, Closed<br/><hr/>Warwick’s gaze travelled back towards the Sheriff’s office, his eyes clouding for a moment.  “It’s always been a hard town,” said Warwick softly.  “But there was justice once.  Imperfect, fragile justice, but that’s more than many places in the Maze can say.”  He frowned, and shook his head.  “And Coleman had good reasons not to divulge his plans to anyone.  One of the is sitting inside that building.”  He frowned, and shook his head.  “Unfortunately he’ll never get to see those plans realized.”<br/><br/>He gave a wry smile.  “There were a lot of men who wanted Coleman dead.  For any number of reasons.  But I was his … confidante.  And a friend.”  He shook his head.  “I don’t need to see the papers, I penned them,” he assured.  “I know what Coleman promised, and I know he had every intention of honoring it.  He was hoping to have the opportunity to -  make some changes around here.  But I can at least offer lodging - my home is just down the tracks.  You and your wife are welcome to stay with me.  There was, as I mentioned, an attempt on my life recently.  I can afford a second constable; the pay isn’t much, but it should cover your expenses while things sort themselves out.  And it will afford Blue the opportunity to get some sleep from time to time.”<br/><br/>He gestured down the road.  “Come, I insist.  Coleman was a friend of mine, so its the least I can do.  I wish I could off you better employment, but my own means are somewhat limited.  Ten dollars a day, the same wage I pay Blue, and likely some long boring shifts looking officious and intimidating,” he smiled.  “But you’ve come at an interesting time, and some extra security around the courthouse and my own home would not be amiss.”<br/><br/>He glanced back towards the door.  “If you’ll give me just a moment.  I need to inform the Sheriff of a trial date.”  He tipped his hat.  “Blue, if you could… show them to the house.”<br/><br/>Blue crossed his arms, and shook his head.<br/><br/>Warwick sighed.  “Alright.  Fine, I’ll only be a moment.”  Blue smiled, relaxing and gave Winona and Matthew a small nod.  It was friendly enough, the boy more at his ease now that Matthew didn’t look about to draw his pistol.<br/>