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    • Brendan simply sat in the bed and listened to Caroline. That was the least he could do. But at least she was saying good things about him. He would have felt proud in any other circumstances, but right now he just felt guilty, as though he had somehow had a hand in Caroline's horrible fate.   His eyes widened in surprise as she kissed him. The kiss was not deep, but it was still affectionate, although not the kind of affection he had imagined when he had imagined being kissed by Caroline. But, in a way, this was better.   He lifted a hand and put it at the back of her neck. Doing that felt all right - to him, anyway. It was the natural thing to do when someone kissed you. He knew that if his hand slid down, it would be resting between her bare shoulder blades. Instead of sliding his hand down, he let his fingers slide off the back of her neck and down onto the sheets as she pulled away.   "I've never been so glad to get a consolation prize," he said in a light-hearted tone. Because that's what the kiss had been.
    • "Oh, Miz Addy doesn't scare easy," Weedy pointed out, "she even killed a bear that killed one of her horses!"  He was real proud of her for that, even though she didn't make much of it.  "Gave the carcass to the Piutes, but she kept a couple of the claws."   He led the way into the kitchen, where there was a table that (barely) seated four, although there were only three chairs, a small stove, pantry and a sink complete with indoor pump.  "Here's some water."  Carefully, Weedy used the pump to fill a tin mug that he handed to Isiah.   "We can put the horses behind the house, and you can just stay in here when she gets home."  He looked up at the man with a grin.  "Are you the brother who pushed her in the lake or left her in the tree to find her own way down?"   @MD
    • Lucinda smiled as Clara emerged from the kitchen. The girl was so young, and so solemn, even though the expression on her face was pleasant. She had been slightly nervous about asking the new Mrs. Lutz for work - never having asked anyone for work before - but how could she be scared of a woman as young as Clara was?   "Well, actually, I was hoping that I might be able to help you." She held her hat with both hands so that it touched her knees. "My name is Lucinda Dietrich. I don't know how much Emeline told you, but I'm new in town. I helped Emeline wash dishes one night and she told me that if I couldn't find work, to come back here."   She paused, unsure of what to say next. Up until now she'd just been filling Clara in, but now she actually had to ask for work. How did one do that?   "Could...could you use an extra hand in the kitchen? Or out here?"
    • "Hello? Who is there, please?" asked Frances, raising her voice that the stranger outside might hear.    "Marshal Speed Guyer, Miss Grimes," He announced.   When she realized that it was the Marshall, she let him in immediately. "Is this about my brother?" she asked, in a voice that betrayed the fact that she would be surprised if it was about anything else.   "I'm afraid so ma'am," He was not not surprised, "Perhaps you'd like to sit down." He gave her a moment before continuing, "I'm afraid that your brother Frank got into an argument with some men at the Stardust Saloon earlier.  Unfortunately for him, he drew his pistol, and was killed." That did not come out the way he had intended. It sounded hollow and cold.   "I have what money he had on him, and some from the sale of his gun totaling thirty-five dollars." He added. "Also, there is the question of his horse and saddle. If you like, Miss Grimes, it can be sold and the money would come to you." He had hoped to make the delivery of Franks death much more smooth, but he felt a failure in that department. @Javia
    • Arabella listened with rapt attention to Mr. McVay's story about how he and his late wife had met and married. Oh, it was no heart-pounding tale of wild romance, as might be found within the yellow tinged pages of a dime novel; but neither was it the cold and stodgy retelling of some arranged twinning based upon financial dowries and settlements, as was so often the case. No, it was a nice, cosy, warm story: and Arabella smiled happily through the bulk of it.   But then came the dreaded and awful denouement.    "The winter of '74 Beth took a serious fall while I was at work. By the time I got home her leg was swollen, the house was like ice, and I was in a panic."   Arabella, who had been imagining Mr. and Mrs. McVay's idyllic life together so vividly, gasped, and her face fell.   He paused again. "I got her to the doctor who had her admitted to the hospital where they tended to her leg, but within days pneumonia set in. Not having the necessary strength to fight it, she succumbed."   "Oh, McVay..." sighed Arabella, leaning forward, eyes wide, her lower lip beginning to tremble.   He fained a smile, but his now red rimmed eyes were forming tears. "And, here I am."   The girl from Virginia, who was given to wearing her heart on her sleeve and crying at the drop of a hat at the best of times, now burst fully into great sobbing tears and running over threw her arms around the hard bitten reporter and wrapped him in a chaste and heartfelt hug.   "Oh poor Beth! And poor Mr. McVay!" she wept, before disentangling herself and wiping her nose on her sleeve. "and now you're here and... you're all... all alone in the world. Sniff."    @Flip
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It was a bit better than a mile and half he supposed when he heard the popping of what would be gunfire in the distance. It came from the direction off the creek bed which told him there was a posse, and the rustlers had become a diversion.


Dade Marley was surprisingly, for all his bluster, a careful man when need be. His trail had disappeared into the rocky ground and he changed direction several times. That was easy as he had no destination to reach, just distance between he an the posse.


Kalispell should have been easy, like the others, but it went south in a hurry and his brother had been slow to react. They should have dusted out of that burg instead of getting themselves trapped, but that was how it went. Now men he rode with were dead or maybe in jail if they hadn’t been lynched already.  


The light was beginning to fade, maybe an hour or two before dark, he’d need find a place to camp for the night, a place that was defensible in case the posse actually was able to pick up his trail.

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Quentin pulled a cigarillo from the small pouch he kept in a shirt pocket and lit it with a lucifer struck from his belt buckle. He puffed it a few times so it stayed lit then blew out a cloud of smoke. "I'm afraid you may be right, Marshal...Even one Roberson doesn't balance out twenty like the ones we've killed today." He tugged the cigarillo from his mouth and looked at it while he thought, then he poked it back in place.

 

"We don't have extra food or gear to spend days out here chasing someone who may already be halfway to the next county, so we shouldn't go charging off ill-equipped hoping our self-righteousness makes up for not thinking ahead..." Quentin inhaled and then blew out another cloud. "...There's never enough good people to fight the bad, it seems. If Case Steelgrave becomes county Sheriff, your job will get that much harder because we know how he will run his office..."

 

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 "...There's never enough good people to fight the bad, it seems. If Case Steelgrave becomes county Sheriff, your job will get that much harder because we know how he will run his office..."

 

“Don’t I know it.” Speed said looking out over the vast country before them, tress, rocks, open country as well. Where ever the other outlaw was, he had left the two rustlers and rode on in a different direction. And, he could be looking down the barrel of a Winchester as they spoke, waiting for the right shot. Then he looked to the men loading Roberson on the litter already tied to a saddle.

 

“You read my mind, we not ready for a long chase, and out that way is the Evergreen spread, and a whole new set of problems. Best we head back, pick up that hombre and pull him back to the undertaker, that is if his horse is still there.” He smiled, but it was more the grimace of defeat.

 

“You likely have to get back to Lost Lake anyway, I appreciate the help, Quentin.” Speed added as he turned his horse and stepped into leather. He looked to the men mounting up.”

 

“Good hunting!” One of the Leaning R riders called out, followed by shouts of thanks as they walked their mounts toward home.

 

“And that’ll be our pay today.” Speed said starting out for the corpse.

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“You read my mind, we not ready for a long chase, and out that way is the Evergreen spread, and a whole new set of problems. Best we head back, pick up that hombre and pull him back to the undertaker, that is if his horse is still there.” He smiled, but it was more the grimace of defeat.

 

Quentin nodded as he let the cigarillo hang from the corner of his mouth. "It would be nice if he showed up again...but I'm not going to be that much of a dreamer..."

 

“You likely have to get back to Lost Lake anyway, I appreciate the help, Quentin.” Speed added as he turned his horse and stepped into leather. He looked to the men mounting up.

 

"I'll help you fetch that body and get it back to town. If it's too late I'll spend the night and head back home in the morning...." Quentin tugged Paladin's reins to steady the horse. "...I'll buy us a steak at the hotel. We've earned it...and you don't have to thank me, Marshal, I haven't done anything like this for a few years. Kinda forgot how much I missed it."

 

“Good hunting!” One of the Leaning R riders called out, followed by shouts of thanks as they walked their mounts toward home.

“And that’ll be our pay today.” Speed said starting out for the corpse.

 

Quentin caught Speed's words and smiled to himself before spurring off to ride beside the other man into the lessening light...

 

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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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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?"

 

Quentin nodded. "If you're buying drinks, I'll have the good stuff, and yes...quite a day..." Quentin paused a moment, then stuck his hand out. "Pleasure working with you today, Marshal...you're good troop."

 

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"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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Quentin nodded at Steelgrave, he knew he should just be the bigger man and let it go at that, but he had heard and seen too much about Case Steelgrave not to somehow figure this involved him...some how...some way...but nothing he could prove. "What's wrong, Case? He one of yours?"

 

Quentin had spent several years helping people and dealing with many different kinds of unsavory characters, and one thing he had learned both over a gun and a card table was how to see when something had hit home. Case was good, he grabbed his reaction internally and wrestled it back into a calm expression in seconds, but Quentin saw his eyes and the momentary stiffening of his muscles in those few moments as the words hit home.

 

Quentin decided to press a bit. "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..."

 

Quentin's right hand had been resting near his belt buckle and as he spoke it had slid under the edge of his coat to rest on the butt of his Colt that sat on his left side, crossdraw style. Quentin knew on horseback he could never draw his Smith from his right side fast enough for someone with Case's reputation, and giving Case an even chance was not something Mrs. Cantrell had ever raised her son to do on purpose.

 

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"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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He jerked him upright. “You’re drunk Case, a night in the hoosegow ought to cure that.” He pushed him toward the jail, ignoring the crowd that gathered.

 

Quentin was so surprised by Speed's reaction that he drew the Colt out of reflex, yanking Paladin a bit sideways to cover them both with the smaller revolver before he realized Speed had everything under control. Quentin's head tilted and the corner of his mouth quirked up to see Case Steelgrave so unceremoniously manhandled. Quentin slid the Colt back out of sight and slid down from the saddle, moving around to unhitch Speed's horse and keep Paladin's rein in his hand, staying over to the side of the growing crowd as he moved around toward Speed and his prisoner.

 

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Meanwhile in the saloon....

 

"Hey! Lookee here! We got lawmen havin' a go at each other now," one of the saloon regulars chortled from his  ringside seat near the large front window.

 

That brought some of the clientele over to gawk, this was sure some exciting day in the boring annals of Kalispell.

 

"Tarnation...isn't that the Whitefish sheriff?"

 

"Think he's  a marshal," disagreed another.

 

By that time some folks were heading outside for a better look and to maybe figure out what was going on. Among them were Billy and Greer. Quite the sight which greeted them. Case was being marched off toward jail by the local lawman?  That couldn't be right!

 

"Let's go help Case!" declared a slightly buzzed Greer, who had temper issues at the best of times.

 

Billy hesitated for a few seconds, yeah he worked now for Case but that didn't necessarily mean he was making enough money to risk a run in with the local law. Still, he followed right up with his older ranch partner.

 

The two of them were angling to intersect Guyer and Case. Well that was til someone got in the way.

 

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Quentin's eyes moved over the crowd of various onlookers as he looked for any problems. Case had his hands full with the unsteady and still muttering Case. Purposeful movement at the rear of the crowd caught his eye and he saw a pair of cowpunchers pushing through the loose gathering. A tall mean looking sort and a smaller, more reticent one right behind him. Quentin let out a breath along with a quiet curse as he realized both were heading right for Speed with definite intentions.

 

Dropping the reins of the horses he had been leading, Quentin pushed through the crowd, his right hand moving subtly as he walked, sliding his Smith and Wesson from its holster and holding it down along his leg, out of sight of the two as he arrived between the lead man and Speed. "Boys...I'm pretty sure this is none of your business. Marshal is just doing his job. Go on about your business if you don't want to join that man in a cell..."

 

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"Boys...I'm pretty sure this is none of your business. Marshal is just doing his job. Go on about your business if you don't want to join that man in a cell..."

 

The pair halted. Greer knew this man, it was one of the big shots from the Lost Lake ranch. In fact they had even tangled once before, in that brawl at the beer tent last fall festival. Those Lost Lake sorts thought they were so much better than anybody else. And so now this one was acting like a lawman?

 

"That's our boss and you ain't got no damn badge, you can't tell us what to do!" Greer snarled.

 

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Slightly behind him, on his left, Billy just froze in place. He saw the gun on Cantrell's hip and had no doubt the man could and would use it if he had to. Case was not worth getting shot for!

 

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"That's our boss and you ain't got no damn badge, you can't tell us what to do!" Greer snarled.

 

Quentin gave a slow smile. "Does me not having a badge make me less dangerous...or more?" His glance darted to the younger companion of the big mouth before him, but he looked to have already decided not to try anything for the moment. Quentin turned his attention back to the bigger man again.

 

"But just so you know, I've been helping the marshal all day so as far as you're concerned I am wearing a badge until he says I'm not..." Quentin's eyes narrowed "...You look a little less sure of yourself when you're not pushing a girl around. I'm not a girl and my back isn't turned...what are you gonna do now, big mouth?"

 

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Quentin gave a slow smile. "Does me not having a badge make me less dangerous...or more?"

 

  "Huh, I don't get it," Greer's anger was defused if only for a few seconds. Billy was used to hearing that, there were a LOT of things the man did not understand.

 

 "But just so you know, I've been helping the marshal all day so as far as you're concerned I am wearing a badge until he says I'm not..." Quentin's eyes narrowed.

 

And then he went and added something which set Greer off.

 

"...You look a little less sure of yourself when you're not pushing a girl around. I'm not a girl and my back isn't turned...what are you gonna do now, big mouth?"

 

Greer's eyes bulged and face reddened in rage as he erupted, "Why you dirty son of a.....!"

 

And with that he took a swing, a big old round house right that just might have worked if the target was unprepared. Not quite the case though.

 

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And with that he took a swing, a big old round house right that just might have worked if the target was unprepared. Not quite the case though.

 

Quentin had been in more than a few fights, and when he was younger he had caught more than a few punches. One thing he had learned very quickly was that he didn't want to keep doing so. By learning from others, losing his share of fights, and even barely winning the rest...Quentin had learned when to make a punch get thrown. By making it happen he had found that he could control a lot more of what happened afterward instead of getting taken by surprise.

 

Greer was drunk and large...neither of which were useful without any skill. Quentin's knees were already bending as the the big man's punch whipped by over his head. The momentum of the punch drawing Greer forward and past Quentin's right side. Quentin straightened and his right hand came up and over, backhanding the barrel of his Smith down into the side of Greer's neck and head. The solid thump was audible to several people nearby and Greer went down like a sack of grain to lay in the dirt, moaning.

 

Quentin turned and swept the pistol back up, thumbing the hammer back and ending up looking over the sights at the smaller cowboy who had been standing near Greer.

 

"Your move..."

 

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Greer went down hard, it all happened so fast too. As he lay in the dirt, one hand went to his head and a guttural moan followed.

 

Meanwhile Billy had his own problem to deal with, as he stared down the barrel of a gun.  Instantly both his hands went up in the air as his eyes widened.

 

"I ain't got no move, mister. Geezus, don't shoot me!"

 

He swallowed fearfully, "I wasn't doin' nothin'."

 

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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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He swallowed fearfully, "I wasn't doin' nothin'."

 

Quentin glanced down at Greer to assure himself the man wasn't faking his condition, then he looked back at Billy. "Let's start with your unfortunate choice in friends...now, you move real slow...and undo your gun belt with your left hand, and let it fall to the ground. Don't spook me, Boy...I spook...I shoot, you understand?"

 

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Both men grabbed 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.

 

Quentin bided his time keeping Billy at the end of his revolver and watching the crowd of onlookers. He did let out an inner sigh of relief as he heard the doors bang open and Speed and his deputy re-emerged from the city building. As they approached Quentin looked at the deputy. "If you would be so kind and collect this gentleman's gun belt. His companion was...unable...to remove his, so you may want to collect it also."

 

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Quentin glanced down at Greer to assure himself the man wasn't faking his condition, then he looked back at Billy. "Let's start with your unfortunate choice in friends...now, you move real slow...and undo your gun belt with your left hand, and let it fall to the ground. Don't spook me, Boy...I spook...I shoot, you understand?"

 

Billy swallowed then nodded, "Yeah, I understand. I ain't stupid."

 

Very deliberately, he used his left hand to complete the task asked of him and the gunbelt ended up on the street. Even then he then kept both his hands up, "See, just like you asked."

 

Quentin bided his time keeping Billy at the end of his revolver and watching the crowd of onlookers. He did let out an inner sigh of relief as he heard the doors bang open and Speed and his deputy re-emerged from the city building. As they approached Quentin looked at the deputy. "If you would be so kind and collect this gentleman's gun belt. His companion was...unable...to remove his, so you may want to collect it also."

 

Ralph had by now emerged from the saloon to join the crowd, curious as to just what all was going on. He already knew from customer comments that Case had been arrested though what for he had no idea. Now he saw one of Case's thugs lying groggily on the street and the younger one with his hands up.  This sure was turning out to be quite the momentous day in the history of this sleepy burg.

 

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""If you would be so kind and collect this gentleman's gun belt. His companion was...unable...to remove his, so you may want to collect it also."

 

"Well, well, what have we here?" Two more for the hoosgow?" Pike asked as he stripped  Greer of his belt and holster, then picked up the other one.

 

"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.

 

"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."

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"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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"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."

 

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"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."

 

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."

 

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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."

 

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?"

 

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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."

 

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?"

 

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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. 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.

 

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Ralph had been about to head back into the saloon when Speed approached and offered a handshake which Ralph accepted.

 

"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 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..."

 

"Just tried to do my part, it's the business' money in that there bank too afterall," Ralph shrugged, he actually was a modest sort.

 

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?"

 

"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'."

 

 

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"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. 

>>>We can end it right here or delete this line and keep going.<<<

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