The Marshall did not look away from her eyes as she told her story. His face remained emotionless and unmoved by her sad tale. In truth he had heard similar tales all to often but it did tug at his guts since this woman appeared far to similar to a woman he loved with all his life. His wife never spoke of family, much less sisters, he figured she was an orphan or runaway seeking to live life in the west like many others.<br/><br/>Her tale did incite him to poor her drink after drink, matching hers and by the time the tail was over, the bottle was gone. The castle brothers, he knew them well and almost showed sympathy towards her. He felt bad for what had happened to her but his heart had long grown calloused and distant.<br/><strong>"I can teach you to shoot, but on the condition you don't go off hunting them at the first change you get. The castle brothers...I know were they frequent but it is no place for you or me. After the incident at the saloon I doubt they will be coming around, the first sign someone is after them actively they become phantoms." </strong>He explained with a slight slur, his hand reaching into a drawer to pull a new bottle out.<br/><br/>Placing it before her he then reached and pulled his gun. Before the woman he popped open the chamber and emptied the bullets before snapping it shut and pointing it directly at her.<strong> "Number one, before you even shoot you need to learn how hold your gun steady. Don't come back until you can do that at least an hour, with both arms."</strong>He ordered, holding the gun perfectly still despite the liquor that could have hindered him.<br/><br/>Holding the gun out until he had made his point he looked at her.<strong>"The saloon is expensive, their is an inn by the stable that has rooms at a cheaper price. Now if you want the services of one of the girls, that is your business." </strong>