<div align="center"><em>OOC note- Uther's and Sarah's storyline will run on their own timeline, but do not mind the occasional interaction with Irene or Sam, but this story might advance quicker then what has been the norm so far. </em></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/karl-urban-priest.jpg)</div><br/><br/>The man grinned as he approached, gun at the ready to end her when he began to notice her feminine features. His thoughts carried over to something more wicked but he forgot that it was the middle of the day and it was his misfortune that the Marshall was seeking a drink that day.<br/>"I think I'm going to kee..."<br/>He began to speak before he convulsed were he stood, dancing to the sound of three shots taken to the back before he dropped like a rock onto the wooden floorboards of the saloon's deck. Blood quickly cascaded from his lips, the man had been shot in two vital organs and his body made its death spasms. Marshall Wrynn approached, holstering the gun with a fluid grace that made the dead man seem as clumsy as a newborn child.<br/><br/><strong>"You alright..." </strong><br/>Uther asked, unaware that she was the one who looked so much like Jane he was coming to the saloon to drown himself in drink. He had not put the pieces together yet, her hat concealed most of her face but their was no denying that her hips and curves gave her away despite the duster/poncho combination she wore. Jane...He was thinking about her again, so much his mood had both heightened and grown colder a bit.<br/><br/>He had yet to discover that she was injured, that she was on a vendetta and most importantly of all she was the sister he had heard much about when his wife lived...