The glass pane rattled when Jackson barged through the door of the Sheriff's Office.  A stubble faced man leaned against the wall in his chair and just sat there cool as a cucumber.  Across the room stood the sheriff, who stared out the window at the commotion that raged in the street.<br/><br/>"Don't tell me you sat there and watched that, you drunk fool!," Jackson accused, as the blood boiled in his veins.<br/><br/>The sheriff turned with a nervous look and just stammered incoherently, "Ahh... West... I.. I ahh." His eyes darted to the stranger.  West turned to take a better look at the man who still hadn't moved a muscle.  His gun hung down from his hip and Jackson saw a bit of light flash off what looked like a Deputy's badge.<br/><br/>"What the hell is going on here, Sam?," Jackson raged, as he turned back to the sheriff, confused by the dynamics of the room.  West moved towards the sheriff and grabbed his lapels and slammed him against the wall.<br/><br/>"If I find out you had anything to do with this, or know who did it and aren't talking, I will fucking sting you up myself you piece of shit!," Jackson warned.  The reek of booze filled the old man's breath, and tears of hopelessness welled in his eyes.  Frustrated, Jackson shoved the sheriff hard against the wall, and stormed out of the office.  He noticed on the way out that the silent man still hadn't moved.<br/><br/>Back out on the street, West saw the deliberate stroll of King after he addressed the crowd and went around the corner.  Jackson headed in the direction of Lola's and was about twenty paces from the saloon, still unnoticed by anyone in the streets.  Just then a shot rang out in the night air, followed by the yells of the formerly silent man in the sheriff's office.<br/><br/>"WEST!  WEST!  WEST JUST SHOT THE SHERIFF!!  I SAW IT!  HE SHOT HIM DOWN LIKE A DOG!!," the man screamed loud enough for all to hear.<br/><br/>Jackson was dumbstruck and turned in disbelief.  The crowed turned in time to see him as he stood, frozen in time.<br/><br/>"THERE HE IS!," came an anonymous yell.<br/><br/>Before he knew it, Jackson's instincts kicked into action.  He ran to the nearest horse, grabbed the reins and leaped atop the steed in one fell swoop.  He jerked the leather straps in the opposite direction of the crowd and kicked sharply into the animals flanks.  The horse's reaction pierced the air, before it leaped in the directed direction and sped off into the night.