<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Sarah.jpg)</div>Sarah allowed the Marshall to assist her only because he was the Marshall and no other reason. They served their purpose in every town she entered and having him now shoot the guy who had been trying to kill her, meant she could bloody well ask him just about anything.<br/>No joke getting shot hurt, it stung like crazy and her eyes smarted with tears but she gritted her teeth and stood up.<br/><br/>As he strode off expecting her to follow him, she removed her stetson and used it to dust off the dirst from her clothing. Holding her arm across her chest she fell into step behind him at first but soon caught up and walked side by side.<br/><br/><strong>"Do people here usually go shooting up women folk?"</strong>she asked, a part of her still disbelieving that someone would simply follow her out and try to kill her, all because she had followed a wanted man out of the Saloon. They drew near to the doc's house, Sarah had yet to actually look the sheriff head on, her hair whipped about her face in the breeze so only glimpses of her features were caught. She winced with the pain suddenly, gripping her arm tighter to staunch the flow of blood.<br/><br/><strong>"He better have a shot of whisky or he'll be heading to the Saloon anyway."</strong>