Sarah and the Marshall<br/><br/>She had not answered him back, she felt she had no reason too. He did not need to know who she was and she had no intention of telling him that she was none of the things he had supposed her to be. She certainly was no longer the wife of a rancher, she was nothing at all. A nameless faceless entity intent of taking her revenge or be killed trying what she didn't want was to get killed before she had at least made some effort.<br/><br/>The sheriff tilted her hat upwards and her eyes met his, she wasn't expecting the reaction she got from him. Not a flicker on her face, not a solitary blink as she continued to look at him and he paled as he regarded her. Not another word spoken before he turned from her and only then did Sarah realise her heart was hammering loudly in her chest. He had looked at her as if he knew her, as if he genuinely knew everything there was to know about her.<br/><br/>Her hazel eyes watched him walk away and suddenly she was walking briskly after him. When she caught up Sarah fell into step alongside of him. There was no way this man knew her, she had certainly never set eyes on him before and yet the need to unload her sorry tale felt overwhelming. It was something she had never done before but something in his eyes made her want to unload it all now.<br/><br/><strong>"If I tell you who I am, what I am will you help me?" </strong>her voice was still the calm as she turned her gaze to him, pulling her hat down once again so that whatever he had seen in her face, did not disturb him again.