Marshall Wrynn had been outback attempting to information out of a man he had thrown into the steel box that faced the sun behind the Sheriff's office. No food, no water and no shade until the bandit gave Uther what he wanted. His boots crunched gravel as he went back to the building, stepping up the few steps before he entered into his office and walked towards his desk.<br/><br/>The man lying in wait did not startle him but it did make the Marshal turn to face him with his gun drawn and the sound of the gun cocking very clear.<br/>"Who the fuck are you."<br/>He growled, giving the man a few moments to start talking or taste lead. His eyes fell onto the man, scanning him, unfamiliar with the face he was hesitant to lower his weapon.