<div align="center"><em>Marshall Wrynn and Sarah </em></div><hr/><br/>Uther was unable to make her face out but he saw a chin and cheek line that reminded him of times better spent, to a time he wanted nothing in life but be an honest man. He pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind, that festering wound brought on by the loss always carried on him, crippling him from being the man only one woman could bring out of him. The Marshall bent down and helped her to her feet by grabbing her from under the opposite armpit that had been shot without thinking twice of her personal space.<br/><strong>"Getting shot tends to hurt, common now, this town has a decent doctor...better catch him before he comes to the saloon." </strong><br/>He said, turning his back to her and walking off to guide her. Glancing back he beckoned her to follow with a nod of his head, the distance between them starting to upon as his boots met the dirt and gravel of the road that led away from the saloon and back into the main town.