Time drifted by aimlessly and one day seemed to meld into the next, Sarah woke one morning and stared at the ceiling overhead. The house was deathly quiet and her skin was cold and clammy, the early morning sunlight broke in through a chink in the drapes but it wasn't this that had woken her. She was letting them get away! Her nightmares had returned in full force and weary she hauled herself from bed and splashed cold water on to her face.<br/><br/>Pulling on her clothes she walked out to the kitchen, it was empty of the Marshall but she found that she genuinely didn't mind that in the least. She needed the quiet to still her thoughts and put them to some order. Still there was no wanted poster up for the Castle brothers in town and this bothered her no end, it made her feel as if the town itself was hiding them and that meant the sheriff too. Skipping breakfast and coffee she checked her gun for cartridges before taking a rifle from the den. She didn't have many bullets for that, she figured they were under lock and key somewhere but her own hand gun would do.<br/><br/>She moved through the town quietly, guiding her horse that she had brought to the stables at the far end of town. He had been fed well, rested well and perfectly groomed. Tempted as she was to pay extra for the services, she didn't. She didn't gallop out but kept a nice steady trot so as not to bring attention to herself. Her stetson hung low over her eyes, her poncho on once again, she looked pretty much as she did the first day she had rode into town ... only cleaner. She was determined to ride to whatever holdings were on the periphery of the town, surely the brothers were waiting out in one of them but sitting twirling a gun was not an option any more.<br/><br/>She had practiced and practiced until she felt her fingers would go numb, the Marshall had said she wasn't to leave until she could shoot properly ... well now she could.