<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://gunsofold.com/marshal_badge_silver_balltip.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gomorra<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jia Li<br/><hr/>”That just brings us to the Judge,” said Nash.  “What are we going to do about him?”<br/><br/>Cochran raised an eyebrow.  “What... what are you suggesting?  We've already lost the Sheriff, if we lose a Judge so soon we'll - ”  His voice shook, unnerved by the thought.<br/><br/>Findley considered, interrupting the nervous Mayor.  “ - we'll have to find a replacement, and quickly, so as to avoid worrying the populace.  I believe the position of Judge IS duly appointed by the Mayor.  No elections, no games...”<br/><br/>Cochran spread his hands.  “I could just dismiss him from the position.  I'm certain the people will see it as - “<br/><br/>Bilton spoke over him.  “As petty politics from a petty man who couldn't stand a talking-to in public.  In a few months we'd have Mayor Warwick instead of Judge Warwick, and I don't think any of us want that.”  He glanced over to Cochran, and took a long moment to consider how truly he meant the last sentence.  Finally, he shrugged.  “Well, he'd be a pain in the arse, at least.”<br/><br/>“More than that,” assured Findley.  “But no.  Leave the Judge be, for now.  If anything happens while you're interim Sheriff, it'll only weaken your position.  This week, Nash – this week you'll need to be a shining example of law and order.  Stay out of the whorehouses.  Stay out of the saloons.  Keep the pickpockets and the drunks locked up, and pray we can go a few days without a murder.  Put together everything you know about Black Jack and his raiders, and hit them as hard as you can.  I want at least one Raider bleeding out on the streets or strung up by evening tomorrow.”<br/><br/>Nash wrinkled his nose.  “They're not gonna send anyone into town.”<br/><br/>Findley sighed, exasperated.  “And who's to know the difference between an outlaw and a raider?  Are you expecting Black Jack to hold a conference upon the steps of Town Hall?  Plant whatever evidence you need, give someone the noose, and reassure the people<em>progress</em>is being made.  If it actually happens to be a Raider, so much the better.”  He rose to his feet and shrugged.  “And if its just some drifter no one will be able to prove otherwise, we've an abundance of worthless transients.  Thin the herd.”  He slid his coat around his shoulders, and fetched a top hat from one of the coat racks.<br/><br/>“I've business to attend.  I suggest both of you begin earning the coin I've been paying you.”