<em>Marshall Wrynn and Guinevera Starr at the Sheriff's Office, Day 2 </em><hr/><br/>He could have sworn she said she was afraid of something and now she was changing her story. Uther did not push the issue with her but instead saw her stand up and get ready to leave. Reputation? He bet the town did want to talk about the Marshall and the Madam but either way he would ignore it, it would not be the first time someone would have tried to find something on the man. Very few knew him from his younger days, happier when he was a married man with a son. Only the shopkeeper and some of the older Mexicans would have seen him back then, everyone else in town was to new to town to known the man who everyone called Marshall.<br/>"Not tonight, perhaps later this week."<br/>Uther nodded and waved off the madam, digging into his desk once she was gone and pulled a bottle of whiskey out. He took a drink and just sat there for a while, thinking of everything that had happened and all he still clung too.