Her stetson askew on her head blocked the feminine features beneath as anger and frustration distorted the gringo's perception. Sarah winced, holding her jaw with one hand and blinking away the stinging tears that threatened while she looked at where her rifle had fallen. It was only slightly out of her reach but he was too close. She glanced up slowly as he roared at her only to see the approaching figure behind him. Instinct made her duck no matter how low she already was, when the shot tore across the man's arm.<br/><br/>As the struggle ensued Sarah got her wits together and scrambled for her rifle or the one she had taken from the Marshall's house. She got to her feet just as another shot rang out and Sarah glanced down as the handgun slithered across the floor to her feet. Stooping to pick it up she held it by its handle as if it were contaminated somehow before realising she should at least point it at the man who had  punched her. She refused to look at the Marshall's face for fear of seeing fury there at her disobedience.<br/><br/>He had followed her, that much was obvious and she was too damn grateful right now at being alive to think about what sort of crap he would give her. His voice however gave her some semblance of comfort, there was no steel behind the words but he wasn't here to hold her hand and she knew he was right. If this had been one of the Castle brothers, she could very well have been in the same position she had been so long ago. The thought angered her greatly, she could not hesitate, she had to leave emotion aside and get on with revenge. She had to stop feeling with the pathetic emotions of a woman.<br/><br/>At the Marshall's words she glanced about for something to tie the gringo up with, wondering what it would matter if she had been found dead. She was a nobody even to the Marshall. A small rope lay in the bottom of one of the presses, so she took it out and pulled the man's arms behind his back earning a wince and some seriously vulgar expletives. For a moment she flinched, her hat fell off to the side, secured only by its drawstring and the gringo stared at her over his shoulder.<br/><br/><em>"I could have had me some of that" </em>he snarled, showing blackened and yellow teeth. Sarah steeled herself not to react again as she wound the rope around the man's wrists and tied really a hard knot, hiding a smile when his skin chaffed against the rope. The Marshall wanted her to take him in, she pushed the man's gun into her other holster that so far had been empty by her side. With rifle in her other hand she pushed the gringo towards the door.<br/><br/><strong>"To the post masters office?"</strong>she asked suddenly looking to the Marshall properly for the first time,<strong>"Why not your own? How will the post master lock him up?" </strong>maybe questioning him wasn't the right thing to do but even so, she wasn't going to get any where if she didn't speak her mind.