<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/Townsend.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>John Templeton<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Law Dogs (Deputy)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gomorra<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>The town hall opened to a second set of doors, and a small foyer.  The small podium was normally stored there, as the townhall had never been designed with the intention of seating much more than the city's elite.  Templeton puffed in a cigarillo while he stood guard, and Mycroft's triumphant proclamation got only a low chuckle.<br/><br/>"Corky's the one that found the body, and even she ain't gonna swear it was Jack."  He blew out a puff of smoke, in direct violation of the 'no smoking' plate to the side of the inner doors.  The whole place usually reeked of cigars, as much of the town's planning was usually accomplished over expensive bourbon and a fine cigar.<br/><br/>"Don't matter either way," growled Templeton.  "Sweetrock's making Bilton the new sheriff, and he's been hungry to posse up and go after Blackjack's since he put on the star.  He's in there right now telling Cochran and Findley so."  Not that Templeton himself would have been opposed to such a move - Templeton and Bilton seemed to see eye to eye on most matters.<br/><br/>He tapped out ashes from the tip of his cigarillo.<br/><br/>He fixed a threatening eye on Mycroft.  "They're gonna announce it in a few minutes.  Rally some volunteers.  So unless you care to be looking for a new job, I'd keep whatever theories you got to yourself."  He gave a yellowed smile.  "Keep yer trap shut, and we'll all be looking at raises that might make this job worth doin'."