Henry S. Guyer II

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1. 

   Due Diligence

   Monday at 06:13 PM

   Having gone through his circulars, he calculated all together there was almost two thousand dollars in rewards for all of them. But Dade Marley would be worth a thousand dollars alone. He would print out telegrams announcing their killing or capture to the various agencies that wanted them and wait for their response.
    
   Refilling his coffee he thought about Billy, young, impressionable, probably easily swayed. He hoped that a night in jail with the dregs of society might wise him up. Just then the door opened.
    
   Cole Latham entered, nattily dressed, and in the office for one reason, Case Steelgrave. "Marshal." He greeted.
    
   Mister Latham, what can I do for you this morning?" Speed responded, as if he didn't know.
    
   "I'm here to negotiate the release of Case Steelgrave." Came the reply.
    
   "Mister Steelgrave is being held for several charges, sir. I'm afraid he's being bound over for trial, so I'll not be negotiating any release. I'm sorry."
    
   "And what are these charges?
    
   "Threatening a peace officer, Assaulting a peace officer, attempting to disarm a peace officer with intent to cause bodily harm, drunk and disorderly, take your pick." Speed informed the attorney. "So he's not going anywhere." 
    
   "We'll see about that!" Latham turned on a heel and stormed out the door nearly knocking Pike over as he rushed by him.
    
   Pike came in  and shut the door. "What was that all about?"
    
   "Wanted Case released. I'd say he's on his way to Roberson."
    
   "Count on it." Pike replied.
    
   Meanwhile, Cole Latham drove his buggy directly to retired Judge Robertson's home. He left the buggy, dropping the reigns anchor and strode directly to the door knocking heavily. It was barely a quarter past eight in the morning.
   
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2. 

   Due Diligence

   Sunday at 09:36 PM

   "You do. Wouldn't send a man out without his rig." Speed reached in the lower drawer and pulled out the young man's gun, holster, and, cartridge belt, handing it to him. Wondering if it might not be too late for him already. The outlaw trail is easy to get on, and sometimes impossible to get off of.
    
   "Well, you take care Billy." He said in farewell, there was more he wanted to say, but he felt it would fall on deaf ears. Besides, he needed to lay out charges for those remaining in custody, And Billy's friend Geer was in serious trouble. Threatening a peace officer, would be good because unofficially, Speed had deputized Cantrell.
    
   Now Case Steelgrave was somewhat more serious and he had pulled a gun, granted his own, but it was pulled from Speed's waistband with intent to murder him, or at least cause bodily injury. Marley and Simpson would be held for attempted bank robbery and the murder of John Olson.
    
   He turned to his stack of circulars to see what the two he had were worth as well as the dead ones.
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3. 

   Due Diligence

   Sunday at 01:50 PM

   He looked at the young man. "Follow me," he said almost quietly, and led Billy to his office. "Have a seat."
    
   Next he went to the stove where the coffee was done and poured himself a cup, "Coffee?" He asked.
    
   "Now, Billy, you spent a night in custody with some real outlaws. Don't know or care what they might have said to you, but I know this, you can work on the Evergreen and keep your nose clean, or you can partner up with the likes of Greer and end up spending time behind bars. That choice is up to you. Where you go, what you do, what you say, it's up to you."
    
   "You're free to go. You can head on up to the Lickskillet and have a meal on the city or not, as you choose." Speed said.
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4. 

   Due Diligence

   Friday at 04:08 PM

   Mature Content: Not Sure Just Yet. Language perhaps.
   With: Speed, Billy, Case, Pike
   Location: Marshal's Office
   When: April  1876
   Time of Day: Morning and on.
    
   
    
   It was nearly six in the morning as Marshal Guyer made his way to the office, not his office, the Marshal's Office. There was a situation that needed correcting as well as some plans the he needed to make.
    
   Having Case Steelgrave behind bars might be cause for problems he really didn't need, but might have to face since word would eventually get to the Evergreen Ranch of his incarceration. And, word would surely get out that Marshal Speed Guyer was holding him for trial, a decision he had made before he went to a troubled sleep the night before/
    
   He opened the office and taking the keys he walked into the cell block, "Billy, get up!" The key was close to the lock, but not yet in it. The other cells were were stirring. Case was alone, the robbers were together and Billy was in with Greer. "Come on son, ain't got all day, less you like it here."
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5. 

   On The Dodge

   Friday at 02:13 PM

   "You pressin' charges, Quentin?" Speed asked, not knowing what the man had in mind. "If you don't then I will. Looks to me like the Circuit Judge'll have his hands full whenever he gets here." It would be a case load, that was for sure.
    
   Quentin slid his revolver back into its holster as he thought about what the marshal asked. "I'm not sure if we should arrest that idiot or a bottle of whiskey from the saloon..." Quentin rubbed his chin. "...Ah, Hell, he did try and break my head for me, so sure, I'll swear out charges on Loudmouth. I guess the boy is only guilty of horrible judgement in who he follows around. I don't have anything on the kid...that's for you to decide."
    
   Billy tried to explain he was just standing next to his friend, he had not argued nor definitely had not attempted to take a swing unless his drunken surly fellow cowpoke. Greer's temper was going to get him killed some day and Billy was determined he was not going to join him on that.
    
   "Okay, Billy is it? Pick him up an' walk ahead of me to Marshal's office. Believe we've on cell left that should do nicely." Pike looked at Quentin. "Nice piece of work Cantrell!" He shove Billy and the stunned Greer toward the jail. "Interrupted my dinner, ya did, I don't take to kindly to that."
    
   The lawmen had their minds made up though and he was ordered to help Greer to his feet. It took a few tugs, Greer weighed a lot more than he did but once on his feet, Greer seemed able to slowly head in the direction ordered. Pike shoved them both toward the jail.
   
   "We're goin," Billy muttered but decided if he smarted off it only would get worse. So it was that he ended locked up behind bars. Case was there too, not looking so good and not just because he was drunk.
    
   Quentin smiled and raised a hand to his hat brim and gave a half salute to Pike. "Just happy to have been here to help. I do hate uneven fights."
    
   “Glad you was! Sorry to have missed the start of it!” Pike called over his shoulder. It almost seemed like he'd missed out on all of the subsequent action, but someone had to be in town to keep the peace.
    
   It was then he spotted Flandry, and nudging Quentin stepped over to him. "Didn't get a chance to thank you for your actions earlier today, You and Quentin here made the difference, along with young Ryker. I think we've time for a drink before we head to the Hotel for that steak."
    
   Ralph had been about to head back into the saloon when Speed approached and offered a handshake which Ralph accepted.
    
   Ralph nodded, "In my business there is always time fer a drink. Come on in.
    
   Quentin extended a hand to Ralph and shook it. "Marshal's right. You sure helped keep them busy until the law arrived. It's good to know other citizens stepped up..." Quentin then looked over at the marshal. "...I believe the deal was I buy the drinks and you buy the steaks!" He looked back at Ralph. "I know buying drinks for the bartender seems odd, but I owe you a drink or three as well. I'll leave you some money for Pike and Ryker to have a few later on if you don't mind helping me out?"
    
   “Needed the both of you boys to keep ‘em busty til me an’ Pike could get through that mess with the wagon.” Speed stated. “And it seems you both came in right handy this evenin’ as well.
    
   "Well, I don't drink on the job but I'll knock one back when it's closin' time, thanks," Ralph agreed with that stipulation, you can leave yer money and I'll tell Pike n' Ryker who's treatin'."
    
   Pike came up to them and announced. "All locked up tight for the night. Be headin' back to my supper at the Lickskillet with Em. She had herself a day."
   
   “Yeah, you best. I’ll see you in the morning then. Tell ya all about the rest of our day then.” He was still surprised at the calm Pike had displayed during the robbery attempt. Some how he was thinking the ex-Ranger would have had his pistols blazing, what with Emily being manhandled.
    
   Quentin extended a hand to the deputy. "I was just buying everyone from earlier today a few drinks. I'll leave money with Ralph. Have a few on me when you have the chance?"
    
   After a hand shake, and a quick word, Pike was off, back up the street to the café. 
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6. 

   On The Dodge

   February 25

   "I believe our business is concluded here," He looked at the crowd of people who had gathered. "Shows over folks, let's break it up." He then saw Pike exiting the Municipal Building, so indeed it was over.
    
   It was then he spotted Flandry, and nudging Quentin stepped over to him. "Didn't get a chance to thank you for your actions earlier today, You and Quentin here made the difference, along with young Ryker. I think we've time for a drink before we head to the Hotel for that steak."
    
   Pike came up to them and announced. "All locked up tight for the night. Be headin' back to my supper at the Lickskillet with Em. She had herself a day."
   
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7. 

   On The Dodge

   February 24

   Hearing the scuffle Speed half turned to see what was happening behind them.  It seem everything was well in hand with Quentin and Cases' two friends. "Looks like you'll be having a cell mate."
   
   Case, not quite in a stupor from his evening of drinking, decided this was the perfect moment to clobber Guyer, grab his own gun from Guyer's belt, and shoot him! He began the more far more quickly than he he had foreseen and that was his mistake. As Case reached for the pistol and jerked it free, Speed hit him in he nose, the cartilage gave, tears bust from his eyes, and blood splattered across Cases' face and Speed's shirt. The pistol fell from the struggling fingers as Speed held him at a distance and hit him in the mouth, once, twice, then let him go.
   
   Case Steelgrave fell back like a tree having been cut, he lay motionless in the dirt. Speed retrieved the nickle-plated Colt, and stuck it in his belt again.
   
   It was Pronto rushing up behind hm. "Heard there was trouble, never would thought Case'd try you. Quentin's got them other two. Damn, he's a mess!"
   
   "Help me get him inside and locked up, then we'll get the other two. Speed said. "Damnedest thing, Case showing the town what a horses ass he is. He'll loose some votes over this, I'll bet."
   
   Both men gabbed an arm at the shoulder and dragged Case into the Municipal building and to the cell block where they unceremoniously tossed him on the cot. The door clanged shut and turned in the lock. Both left the jail to join up with Quentin.
   
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8. 

   On The Dodge

   February 22

   "What's wrong, Case? He one of yours?"
    
   Speed turned his head so the smile wasn’t seen by Case, no sense infuriating him.
    
   "You planning to become Sheriff so you can keep your little criminal enterprises going in safety outside of town? You're going to need a lot better class of weasel than what you have currently..."
    
    “You so of a bitch, climb down here and go for your gun!” Case screamed at Quentin.
    
   Before Case knew what happened, speed wheeled his horse right into Steelgrave, knocking him to the ground. The Town Marshal was out of the saddle and on Case before he recovered. He punched him in the jaw, then jerked his pistol from it’s holster. “You’re under arrest Steelgrave. I don’t tolerate no trouble in my town.” He jerked him upright. “You’re drunk Case, a night in the hoosgow ought to cure that.” He pushed him toward the jail, ignoring the crowd that gathered.
   
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9. 

   On The Dodge

   February 21

   "And you, sir, as well.  But the evening is quite young yet, no telling what awaits us at the hotel." Speed said smiling. Quentin was a good man to have when the chips were down, that was for sure.
    
   They had not seen Case Steelgrave cross the street from the Stardust saloon, not yet drunk, but more belligerent that when he was completely sober. "Got the last one, did you?  I'm surprised at the both of you, draggin' the body in here to show off to the townies. Shoulda buried him out on the prairie, all he deserved.
    
   "Rustler. Had some of Roberson's stock. Brought him in for identification, that is if he's known." Speed said, suddenly disliking him instantly. He was different than the man he hauled out of the Rubble that was Whitefish. "You'll excuse us, we've other matters to attend to." Speed abruptly turned and mounted up.
    
   Case simply stood looking at the pair, but finally said. "My regards to Shade, Quentin."
   
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10. 

    On The Dodge

    February 21

    It was near to dusk when Speed, Quentin and the body of Larson draped over his saddle rode into Kalispell. Too early for lanterns, or lamps in the windows but the light was fading. As they came up the street people stopped and stared, thinking they had gotten the last of the bank robbers.
     
    With a stop at the undertakers to drop off the body into his care thy remounted and Speed turned to Quentin, "Take up on the steak, i'll buy the drinks. Do need to stop and retrieve my badge tho." He grinned, "been a hell of a day, ain't it?"
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