<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/appaloosa-one.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Marshall Wrynn and Guinevera Starr at the Sheriff's Office</em><hr/></div><br/>Somewhere in between his departure from the saloon and in his own rounds he had found the time to go home and change into a better set of clothing. Clothing that had not seen the dusty landscape or the burdensome sun. He looked much different then he did the night before, a duty sworn man who could have passed for a true lawman if it was not for the violent accent upon his features. The sound of his boots made it evident that he was in the back somewhere, moving around.<br/>"Come on in Guinevera."<br/>He called out towards her, not bothering to come in to greet her personally. One should not take offense to the greeting at the door, the Marshall did not greet everyone with a smile and a sympathetic nod, that was Deputy Jameson's job and he was doing rounds an following a lead on a couple of stolen horses from the night before.<br/><br/>The man was facing the back wall, the wall itself was littered with wanted papers and a mag of the region. Writing was placed all over with notes on the side, giving clues to locations of known outlaw groups in the area, the people the Marshall shook down for information regularly in order to be allowed to stay within a day or two ride from oasis. On another wall was all the captured bounties, most with a red X over the paper, men he had killed and sent their heads in to collect the reward. The same money that funded the town and its people, kept the lawmen of Oasis well paid and its people safe.<br/>"I'm out here in the back."<br/>Uther added as he paced back and forth, selecting his next target and going over the information Jameson had pulled up on him.