The Marshall did not bother to swing back to the house till the end of the day. It had been a rather uneventful day and even if he technically had a guest back at his house he really did not think about her until the sun began to set. Uther was not even sure if she would be there still but he still stopped by the general store to pick up on some supplies. Normally his diet was rather plain, cornbread, coffee and pemmican with an occasional good meal but he was carrying a bag full of canned soups, sugar and canned/preserved fruits to add some variety.<br/><br/>He was half surprised, half pleased when he saw her there. The Marshall stopped at his door and looked around the house, she had been working the entire day it seemed and the scent of a clean home and a pot of brewing coffee almost had him return to a better time in his life.<strong>"Evening..."</strong>He said in a shaken voice, finding his nerve and steeling himself once more.<br/><br/>She was practicing with the gun and he left her to it after he placed the sack of potatoes filled with gods on the table. Uther retreated to his room and was surprised to see his bed was made and freshly cleaned. He actually chuckled softly, remembering how much his wife had to learn to become a house wife and why the woman down stares reminded him so much about her. Stripping down he moved to the wash basin and cleaned up, returning only in his pants and his cleanliest shirt he owned.<strong>"I have clothes in the closet that might fit you...you can help yourself if you wish."</strong>He finally spoke something other than a single word to her as he poured himself a cup of coffee and made his way out to the porch.<strong>"Thanks..."</strong>He included, cutting himself off from saying something else before he was out if sight and sitting on a chair right outside his home. Uther was stone cold sober that day and it was sensation he was not very used to very much these days.