Of course it made perfect sense when he explained it and she felt utterly foolish for not knowing, especially after all this time of searching for the brothers. If she were honest though, she had never planned on taking the three of them in alive or dead to get any reward. Her reward was simply knowing that they were dead, she didn't need any blood money.<br/><br/>This one was different however, money for bringing him in she could collect. Bullets cost after all and the rate she was going to be using them for practice and for the actual execution, meant she needed a lot. She followed the Marshall back through the house, her eyes staring wearily at the gringo tied up. He was hitched to his horse and she swung into her own saddle.<br/><br/>His suggestion did make sense and she brooded on it the entire way back to the town. Her nerves were anything but steel but she did not want to spend any time in the company of a stranger. She would put her hands then in the Marshalls and hope he didn't pull his own gun on her for messing up.<br/><br/>Once in the town the deputy stayed with her, making sure they got the gringo into the post masters office without further mishap. Sarah had turned in her saddle to watch the Marshall move on down through the town without another word. She had infiltrated his home and soon his work life, she couldn't do both. Needing to steel herself for her next outing was what was most required and it was with that thought she slid from her saddle outside the post masters office and entered with the gringo and deputy.<br/><br/>Later that evening she sat in a chair, the only one in her plain unadorned room. The Inn was cheap and she could see why, she hadn't much to bring with her from the Marshall's house but sitting in that chair drinking a shot of bourbon she found herself missing the silent companionship she had gotten used to over the last few days.<br/><br/>She had left him a note, stating she'd be at the Inn he had told her about and would show up for 'duty' the following morning. Another shot of bourbon burned her throat as she pushed herself from the hard wooden chair and moved to the queen sized bed. It was far too soft but she didn't care, Sarah just hoped she had drunk enough to help her sleep through the night.