<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>Sheriff's Office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sheriff Bilton<br/><hr/><br/>A rather exhausted sigh left Ford's cracked lips as his eyes wandered up to the ceiling for a minute. Of course no one in this damnable town would be upstanding gentleman. There was no such thing as standard practice in this town. Everything was looser then a whores legs, it made Ford quite angry inside. Looking across at Townsend then to the Sheriff he looked tired,<br/><br/>"With all due respect Sheriff Bilton, I did not travel hundreds of miles to be jerked around by this town's administration." Despite his best efforts his cool exterior were cracking and the tone of his voice seeped with slight annoyance. "If it is absolutely necessary for you to renege on promises made to me by your former boss then so be it. What you see on my back is what I have. A job without pay is simply untenable. Will you at least uphold the promise of lodging? That would be the least you can do Sheriff since you so obviously refuse to do anything formerly promised to me."<br/><br/>Looking over at Townsend he gave the man a tired smile,<br/><br/>"I knew some fine Confederate gentlemen Deputy Townsend, so your opinion is not surprising. We all find a reason to fight and it's no different no matter what color you wear. Sadly we all bleed red Deputy at the end of the day and that will never change. No one cares what color you are in Heaven. As I am retired I do not intend to bring politics with me. I left such silly things behind me. This hat is simply a going away gift from my COs."  Examining the dusty cavalry stetson in his hands.<br/><br/>"Left my uniform far behind me, I am a civilian now. I haven't spent most of my life on the battlefield not learning how to take care of myself. Your concern for my well being is admirable Sheriff, I am sure I will survive just fine." Ford seemed to be recollecting something before looking the Sheriff in the eyes. "Thank you for your time Sheriff Bilton, would you be kind enough to point me to places that<em>offer</em>paying jobs? Your offer is simply not viable at this time."