<div class="floatright">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Old-West-Sheriffs-Office-Interior.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Marshall Wrynn, office hours for a change. </em></div><hr/><br/>He was seated on his usual chair in the corner of the office he shared with three deputies who kept the town in order if he was on the road. Only one was on duty at the moment, the other two would come in later in the day to relieve the other. Only one was an actual state appointed lawmen, the other two had been picked by Wrynn himself, locals in the town who had a patriotic sense of duty to protect the people they loved and that was all Uther needed in a deputy. They all knew that the Marshall was a man of little words but among the town they where his inner circle and understood that. The short light brown haired man on duty greeted Uther when he came in and let him settle in place before taking him the mail and wanted posters that had come in while he was gone.<br/><br/>Wrynn was looking over the information with a cup of coffee and a simple Mexican bread for breakfast as he reviewed everything.<br/>"Jameson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106781.msg4777737#msg4777737), you know what tomorrow is?"<br/>He asked, the deputy looked back and nodded.<br/>"Already have it covered Marshall."<br/>The man replied which made Uther nod in approval as he continued to leaf through the paperwork, tossing most of it into the stove to burn later. Oasis was not like a true law enforcement office, he didn't deal with paperwork. The only criminals worth keeping alive where the ones who brought in a big bounty to finance the law and the town, other petty crimes where dealt with with violence or fear. Very few found a reason to piss off the Marshall and his deputies more than once, but the ones who passed by always had to find out the hard way.<br/>