Uther thought he would not have cared once the woman with a vendetta left his home after he found her note, instead he began to dream of memories far to painful to relive and he sank deeper into his drink when he was home in the evenings. Dreams and memories of his lost son and wife, happy memories that had left him bitter since they were gone and he was not with them. In those dreams he saw the face of his wife, it was uncanny how much she looked like her. His weekly visits to her grave were almost daily as if he expected to see the grave disturbed and her wife walking among the living once more. Although he would not voice nor admit it, he had actually missed the woman even if they had never carried on in that manner.<br/><br/>She shadowed him for a few days, days becoming weeks and although she shadowed the deputies for the most part, there were days they worked together. Uther was watching her confidence build steadily, it was a good thing, she was even becoming decent at drawing and getting a jump on someone which helped immensely.<br/><br/>Life in Oasis had calmed once more, calm for the town, people were keeping themselves out of trouble and Sarah's aim seemed to be improving from what the Marshall had noticed from her target practice. Finally without reason to stop her from her goal, he waited in his office on a Sunday morning with a single flower resting in a vase in the corner of his desk (the rest left at his family's grave) with the intention of telling her were she could find the Castle boy's.<br/><br/>(Moved it a few weeks forward to get her gun slinging skills and confidence up a little)