She waited for some rebuke that did not come, waited for something to be said about her mode of attire but that didn't happen either. Instead she listened to the Marshall speak about the Castle brothers and where he knew they were. She wanted to say<em>'Us?'</em>but didn't, the knowledge that he was going with her quelled the nerves that threatened to choke her. This was what she had been waiting on. Somewhere along the line she had let her guard down with him and he had become a fixture in her life. She had not wanted him to but that's what he was. When this was all done and dusted, she just hoped she didn't get him killed.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll go get ready then"</strong>she said in her quiet tone, shaking her head slightly,<strong>"I've no questions."</strong><br/>She turned and left again, walked back out of his office just as one of the deputies was entering. He grinned at her with his usual lopsided grin.<br/>"Don't you look ... well ... like a regular lady" he almost blushed when saying it.<br/><br/><strong>"Not for long</strong>" she retorted moving back to the Inn to get her belongings. She changed quick enough, no matter that her hands shook almost violently. Then went down to the bar only to convince herself that no amount of alcohol would quell the tide of anxiety that was filling her gut. She drank a mug of coffee instead, not caring that it tasted like tar and returned to her room. She wasn't sure how much time passed but the night was just stretching out before her and it was not going to help her nerves any sitting around over thinking every thing. Gathering up the dress she used it as an excuse to head back to the Marshall's house, she needed some sort of distraction.