<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>Tower Porch<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone, Mayor Cochran<br/><hr/><br/>Thankfully one of the perks of being an officer is one learns to conceal emotions. Leading by example meant that even if you were shitting your pants in fear, you never looked it. Enlisted men looked up to the officers for leadership so it didn't do much good if you showed it. However there was a subtle twitch in the corner Matthew's mouth as the Mayor tried to pull him into a house of ill repute. With a polite slight move backwards he slipped his shoulder from the man's grasp. A frontier town would of course be host to such barbarous displays of "liberty" and the Mayor was no exception. In his head he briefly wondered how the man even earned his title.<br/><br/>That thought was further compounded by the man's obvious lack of any management of his town. The town he was supposed to run. Such a thing made Ford almost rethink living here but where else would they go? There was no choice except to adapt to the obviously less then civilized citizens of Gomora. So with a forced smile Matthew stepped back from the Mayor despite his quickly forming opinion. Opinion that this man was not worthy of his station or even to be called sir. In the military though he found all kinds of unsavory officers so he wasn't too perturbed to be calling Cochran that. Tucking the papers back into his trench coat the ex Union officer looked over at Winona,<br/><br/>"Wallachia is a place in Romania sir" Least Ford could do would be to educate the uncouth man, since he was so steeped in his own ignorance. "While I appreciate the concern I will have to refuse. As a married man I made a vow and I plan to keep it."<em>Unlike half the men here</em>Matthew thought "If would kindly point me to where Mr. Nash is then I will bring my business to him. However I need the deed and keys to the house sir. My wife and I can't really start unpacking till you me give that. Unless that is also something you don't deal with too." Hard as he tried the last sentence came out with a pinch of venom. "In such a case then point to a person who can." This was clearly a man who was used to rigid structure and things being done, not waffling around in front of whorehouse.<br/><br/>Licking his dried lips Matthew gazed at the recently constructed brothel. No use mincing words with what the place was. It's disguise was so thinly veiled he doubted it could fool a child. No one said he was arrogant of such establishments, as a former officer he knew the need for such places. That didn't mean however that the rather well educated and upstanding American had to like them. Reaching into his coat Ford took out his whiskey flask with a  large brass<em>US</em>on it. Unscrewing the cap he took a swig to wet his lips before putting it back, eyes moving back to the Cochran. His smile grew a little bit as his mind came up with a few crass puns from the Mayor's name. It was crude but it made the long trip almost worth it to be jerked around by the Mayor.<br/>