<strong>"Post Master is for bounty hunters, they have a holding cell and send him out by coach to the Mexican town of Santa Rosa, nearest train round these parts. You bring him to my jail, there is a chance he will not walk out alive, his bounty and crime is low enough not to warrant death or a hanging." </strong><br/>Uther explained, turning to look over the gringo that suddenly did not look very threatening as he had earlier. The Marshall led her back towards their horses, moving in silence for the most part until they were unhitching them.<br/><br/><strong>"I suggest you either tag along with one of my deputies or myself for a while, at least until you become less jumpy. Steel your nerves or you ain't going to finish what you started."</strong>The Marshall said, setting his horse to follow her's pace all the way back to town. Once they arrived, he nodded and went into a separate direction then her. If she chose to return to the house later that night it would be a pleasant surprise. He would not admit it, but even if they rarely spoke, having company had been nice.<br/><br/>(Pick up at the town? Or summarize her time in town and pick it up at the house? Your call)