<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 20, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>One of the main thoroughfares<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Big Jake, Scooter, Robinson, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>It had been quiet past few days for him, working for the Judge while Winona did her crafts. Between the two they made a nice buck, enough to scrape by. As far as they were concerned it was just the beginning of a glorious new dawn. Ford had tried to find another job but never found any as legit or worth doing like working for the Judge. Still he would like a house, the current salary wouldn't cut it for such a goal. There was time for improvements though. They sure were a long from how they arrived in this hard dusty town.<br/><br/>Only Winona knew the nightmares that plagued Matthew, the visions that caused his late night sojourns. Certainly the stress of daily living got to him ever since he made up his mind that he could never work for Bilton. However the things that kept him up were far from the grasp of mundane life. Blood ran under the door and the smell of gunpowder filled the room every night. Screams of boys echoed in his head. Smell of smoke made breathing so hard he was forced to wake up. Even then the torment didn't stop, ghostly images of long dead men rattled their shackles calling out his evil deeds. Deeds that he had a heavy feeling that no matter how much walking was done they wouldn't leave. No matter how many miles he ran.<br/><br/>Lighting a cigarette shaded brown eyes watched the shadows. Pooling under the porches of homes they were collaborators of evil men. A man could do a great many things in the dark that would never see the light. Ford was, if anything, well versed in the camouflage that darkness provided. Above the stars worked with the moon to provide a nice grey film to everything. Only lanterns fought back at the grey with their orange flicking light. Everything had a uniform color, entire sinful town bedded down for the night. Now a small speck of orange broke the sea of grey as Matthew walked down the dirt road. Blowing smoke he watched it drift upwards with envious eyes. If only he could float away but then again reality was always bitch.<br/><br/>Hearing the screams Ford tried to react but it was happening pretty fast and the figure was closing fast. Ever since grey began to creep into his hair his body had betrayed him. It slowed down despite the fact fighting was all he ever knew. Now the formidable fighter was being outpaced by younger bucks but that was the way of life. Why he chose Gomorra of all places to spend the last years of his life was a mystery to even himself. Holding up his hands Matthew noticed the red hair and feminine curves. What was this woman running from? Breaking into a jog he started towards her with a calm voice. Everyone knew Ford worked for the Judge and he was a pretty nice but reserved man.<br/><br/>"Whoa ma'am...calm down, what's wrong?" Looking around Ford stopped two figures further down the street. Barely making them out in the soft light of the moon. From his position he could tell one thing, that the pair were hilariously mismatch. One the size of damn Mount Whitley and the other a scrawny thing. Sadly their features were obscured by the night and the fact they seemed to be on top of each other. Now Ford knew this town was progressive but he didn't know that it was this far down the scale.<br/><br/>"You two! Stop right there!" Now ma didn't raise a fool. It didn't take long to figure out that a woman running away from a man was a pretty simple matter. Almost certainly they weren't selling baked goods although those would of been nice. Right hand went for his S&W, pulled it clear of the holster. Moonlight caught the fancy engravings along the barrel and the reliefs of Saint Micheal and Mother Mary. The way he handled it showed years of experience much less the way it was brought to bear on the men pretty quickly. Still it had been months since Matthew last fired a weapon on top of the fact he was aging.<br/>