<strong>"Not so much, I didn't get shot." </strong><br/>The Marshall commented bluntly, removing his hat as he stared out towards no place in particular in front of him. With a glance her way he captured a sideways glance of her before looking away once more.<strong> "I don't know who you are miss, but this town is going to get you killed. Either you are a saloon gal or married to one of the ranchers...either way, chasing after someone around here is a damn foolish idea, you hear me?" </strong><br/>Uther warned as he stood up and fixed his hat.<br/><br/>He turned to face her, attempting to get a final look at her face and only caught the chin which looked more familiar than he cared for.<strong>"Who are you?"</strong>The Marshall asked, moving his hand to tilt her hat away from her face in order to get a good look and he paled at the sight! He blinked, looking away, breaking eye contact before he turned and walked away. He felt like he had just seen a ghost and a ton of memories came crashing down at him in the blink of an eye and all he wanted to do was get away!