"Couldn't hear ya from the back."<br/>He mentioned with a slight nod of his head towards the outside where a metal box stood. Who was in there? Sam would have to go and check personally, Uther had not bothered to ask his name since the stubborn outlaw refused to speak.<br/><br/>"Ulysses Wrynn, Marshall round these parts." Uther did not share his real name, he did not want anyone else to ever repeat his birth name again. He took the man's hand and shook it greeting before letting go. Shifting in his seat he looked at the badge but did not show his own, in truth he didn't have one.<br/><br/>"Well Agent Markham, you are more than welcome to work along side us as long as you need. Behind you on that board." He explained, pointing it out. If he looked there was stacks of wanted posters but all of them had a red mark across the entire page. "All those men resisted arrested and where left to rot to the coyotes...the other board is men we assume are still alive. You can start there, I also have someone baking out back but he is stubborn as a mule. Another day or so and he will start singing. " He said with a wicked curve in the corner of his lips.