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    • "Ain't hardly nothin' to do but hunker down till she blows herself out." The man squatted, "Rance, is the name. Been watchin' you, doin' a fine job. You'll do Wheeler, you'll do. Try and get some rest, might end up bein' a long night. Least you won't be ridin' drag come daylight, there's a plus for ya."   He stood and made his way to his shelter to await the grub that was coming.   @Bongo
    • Meanwhile, in the main house, Reb Culverson was visiting with his old friend Fightin' Joe Hooker, who was the ramrod for the fledgling Montana Territory Stockgrowers Association, Northern District. He was there to convince ranchers to join and support the organization, hoping it would take root.   "And just what good is this here association ya got started?" Reb asked.   "It'll give us a voice in the territorial government, Reb, that's what it'll do. Once that happens we'll be able to git us some sortta range police to protect the herds, and the ranchers." Hooker responded. "Rustlin' might not be the threat it was, but you know as well as me, it can come back."   "You get anywhere with Lost Lake, 'er that cow thief on the Evergreen?" Reb asked.   "Can't say as I have, startin' with the smaller spreads an' workin' my way up to them two. I'm well aware of both spreads, and the men that own 'em."   -------------0------------   They swept down out of the trees whooping and hollering and firing off a couple of shots as they closed on both sides of a big group of cattle, just as they had planned. The  lone night hawk knew he had no chance of stopping the raiders, or of saving the cattle while he watched the chunk of the herd moving toward and then into the trees at a run.  He emptied his Colt at the raiders, the whipped out his Winchester  and levered several shots in the area where they had disappeared.   He could not know that one of his shots had found its mark. A man that had just joined took a slug in his back and toppled from his horse. Toole and the men continued to drive the cattle toward the dry riverbed as planned. It was an acceptable loss.   The sound of the shots, mere pops at the distance to the main house and the bunk house alerted everyone, and men boiled out of the bunk house guns in hand, only to watch the night man shooting after the rustlers.
    • Out on the boardwalk they stopped, "So we managed ta git a deal right off, thet's good, it is. Now all we gotta do is convince ol' Wentworth to free up the money so's ya don't have ta use yers right off." Amos commented, "Seems a fair deal but like you say, minin's not no sure thing."   "John and Mary are good folks. It's not a sure thing, but you saw the vein, went to the floor and it looks rich," Speed responded. "And it looks to be wider where they stopped digging. I can't wait to get it assayed to see what we've really got our hands on."   "And it should assay out pretty good from the looks of it, though I know so little about copper ore." Alice admitted.   "Well, you saw the copper ore, which is clearly distinguishable from the surrounding rock due to its reddish, mottled appearance. And that surrounding rock is granite which is not easy to work, but it can be done, and, if we have hit it, the veins could be as much as a mile long, a mile wide, and a mile deep!" Speed explained with a grin. "With that equipment we'll be able to not only dig deeper, we'll be able to tunnel, and we have the property to do just that."   "Jumpin' Jehoshaphat!" Amos exclaimed. Might oughtta buy up what ground ya can aound 'er, jest ta be certain!"   "First things first, let get on up to the bank." Speed suggested.
    • Justus was more than happy to have a chance to get out of the bulk of the wind, although he knew this was far from over.  And he knew they'd be hacking up dirt for days.     With the picket lines set, he moved over to help put up the shelters for the night, pretty quickly deciding that it was a fool's errand...they were all going to be miserable until this let up.   Squinting, he looked out toward the herd, not able to see but a few in the dust, it looked like they had been swallowed by the big, dirty cloud, and weren't even there.  In fact, he had the eerie sensation that all that was left in the world was this small circle of men and horses.   "Ya need me ta do anythin' else?" he called over the din of the wind.   @Flip
    • Doc Gilcrest walked into the bunck house to see Carson on his feet, dressed. "I may not be able to ride, but I can darn sure walk some. Tired of layin' in that bed."   "I reckon you kin do thet, sure 'nough. No body said ya had ta lie there if'n ya didn't want to. Yer stitched up plenty good. Jest leave thet hog leg where she's hangin' fer now, don't need the weight in thet wound."   "So anybody come sniffin' around?" He asked.   "Not so's you'd notice. There's four men down there keepin' watch, but it don't look like Lost Lake's lost any sleep over their man, that is if'n they even know he's gone." Gilcrest offered.   "He seen that brand an' went ta shootin'!" Carson reflected. "I jest shot straighter. Had no choice in the matter. Fool could'a rode on, but, well, that just ain't what happened. Hell of a mess."   "Oh I dunno. So far nobodies come huntin', the boss ain't upset over it, neither's Granger, so you got nothin' ta worry on 'cept gettin' better."   "I should'a been more careful, but maybe there just wasn't no way to be more careful. Up on the side of that mountain is the purdiest view a man could look at. You can see fer miles, see right where they got them cows of theirs. Now that ain't gonna be no easy matter to get to any of 'em. They're deep on Lost Lake range. Gonna be hard to get at, an' worse to get out. We'll lose some men tryin' this one, that's for sure!'   Gilcrest rubbed his chin. It wasn't like Carson to go on about the prospects of a job.

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Location: Main Street
When: April 28-30 1876
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Friday, April 28th, the Marshal’s Office

 

Much had transpired  since Monday, but nothing that might aid Marshal Guyer with his security issue. Oh, he had Pike, Amos was available and ready. A note had been sent that morning to Lost Lake Ranch to Shade and Quentin, he was fairly certain of their help, and perhaps some of their riders, however it was spring round up, and hands would be scarce everywhere, that included the Evergreen.


It was nearly noon when a somewhat dejected Speed Guyer dropped into the chair behind his desk. Before him was the list of businesses, some he had visited that morning trying to get the help he believed that he might need. There was the real possibility that Case’s men would come out of hiding to try a real jail break, not the flimsy excuse for the one the Evergreen hands had attempted. They were gun hands, that was a fact, but the were cowboys first off, not outlaws.


And therein lay the problem. The danger that might be faced would be hardened gunmen. Everyone suspected that Case led a gang of rustlers and robbers, but he could never be a proven part of anything illegal. Yes he was known to associate with known outlaws, but they had been the bulk of the citizens of Whitefish before its destruction. If they were to come, he would need far more guns than he had. He other fear was that they would simply turn on the town.

 

That morning those he had spoken to were family men, a couple of them younger, but they had their reasons, and a healthy fear of the outlaw faction. Speed understood. He was single, no business to run, no children, and no wife to leave as a widow. He knew that unlike him, everything they had, or had built was hard earned and to expect them to risk life and limb was asking a lot.


He finished his coffee, though it had gone cold, got up out of the chair, and grabbed his hat off the hook on his way out the door.

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Friday, April 28, 1876 - North-east of Town

A man like Amos Conroy had many talents which enabled him to survive in the western country. There were any number of perils in his line of work, man and beast, whether it be two legs or four, even eight, or it slithered on the ground a sharp sense of where he was and what he was about had helped in his survival over the years.

 

Amos sat his animal like a statue, except for the swishing of the horses tail. The mustangs ears were pricked as were Amos’ while the pair watched a party of Kootenai Indians pass by. The Kootenai hostile? Not according to most accounts about them, but the red man was notional, and the tribe was not at all happy with the encroachment into their territory.

 

At the moment, Amos was just making his way home after looking over some land above the ruins of Whitefish and Whitefish lake. He had bee out a bit longer than he had planned, and with the trial coming the first part of the week, he needed to get home and then on to Kalispell to assist Guyer how ever the Marshal needed him.

 

With the Indians past his position he eased his way beyond their line of site before spurring his mount into a gallop. Closing the distance to the ranch quickly, he knew that he would be able to reach Kalispell by late afternoon or early evening. All that remained was to check on Alice, gather extra ammunition, and then ride on. There were still several miles to go, but he was again making good time.
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The veterans were on his list, some were older than most, but there were some he would ask. So up the street he went, looking at the Church, may as well try and get the Good Lord on their side.


They may be no trouble at all, though he doubted it. Then again, it gave him pause, had he not been concerned about the gang that so many associated with Case Steelgrave, what of them?

 

At that moment he stopped, as, intermixed with the normal traffic, trace chains and thundering hooves announced the arrival of the coach from Helena, the new Territorial Capitol, which came once a month, but it was early, and, the Milligan coach would not be due for another week or so.


Another thing that got his attention was the figure on the boardwalk with luggage. It was Linda Everson, proprietress of the boarding house. As he watch a young man, well appointed, emerge from the coach, he crossed over.


“Ah, Marshal...” the young man began.


“A moment sir.” came the reply as he stepped up on the boardwalk. “Missus Everson, where are you off to?”


“I sold out. Not enough trade for two boarding houses in town.” She responded. “So I’ll be going back east to live with my daughter, you will let Mister Pike know, won’t you?”


“Of course, ma’am. A sad thing to see you go, but to be with kin, now that is cause for joy.” He luggage was hoisted upon top and the shotgun guard opened the door for her to board.


“Time to go ma’am.”


“Goodbye Marshal. My best to Mister Pike and Missus Blakesley, I so wanted to make their wedding, but, life has dealt other cards. Give them my best wishes. You take care Marshal, I will miss you, and this town.” And with that, she boarded the coach, and moments later they thundered out of town.


Speed stood for a long moment watching it go, then turned to the stranger. “Now, how can I be of service, sir?”


“Yes. John Goodnight, Attorney At Law. Here to represent a Mister Case Steelgrave, I believe. Do you still have him in custody?”

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Like he had been slammed with a skillet. “Well, Mister John Goodnight, I do. He’d be resting comfortably in the lock-up awaiting trial. You come far?”


“Helena. I’d like to see my client and I expect reasonable accommodations for that visit.” Came the reply.

 

“Well then, I can let you into the cell block where he’s being held, that’s for sure and plenty reasonable.” Speed did not like this John Goodnight from Helena, and even less when the mouthpiece handed him his card. “No need of that, you’d be the only citified pettifogger in town. Now, The man paying you is close to twenty miles north on the Evergreen, in case yoou need to see him as well.”


“No need to be disagreeable Marshal. I’m here at the request of Mister Elias Steelgrave to defend his son. I intend to do just that. Now I believe I’ve made a request of you that is both legal and reasonable. So, I would like to see my client, and in private.”


“The geography might be some difficult Mister John Goodnight, but we’ll certainly let you see your client, and in as privet a setting as we can. Follow me, sir.” What had started out as a walk to the church had turned into a return to the Municipal Building. and the juggling of prisoners for this shyster. But then who else would Elias Steelgrave hire, but a dishonest lawyer.


They walked to the Marshal’s office without another word until Speed took up the keys and instructed, “you wait here.” He went to the County Sheriff’s office where he had three available cells, once he moved Miss Caroline Mundee downstairs, made that move then went to his cell block and Case’s cell.


“Get up Case, your mouthpiece is here and I have to move you next door. So, you try anything, anything at all, there’ll be no trial.”


“Big talk, Guyer. You know you’re finished here.” A bold statement. But one a free Case Steelgrave could see through. He didn’t threaten Speed’s life outright, but it was there.


“Yeah sure, Case.” Speed unlocked the cell door and opened it, then stepped back, “Come out.” He ordered. Case did as he was told without another word, none were necessary. Once the transfer was complete, Speed returned to his office and the waiting John Goodnight.


“The bag stays here, Need to check you for weapons, then you can take all the time you need.” There was a pocket pistol, nothing else, so Speed escorted the layer to the cell with Case Steelgrave. He pointed to the chair. “Have at it.” With that he stepped out, pulled the door closed and locked it. “Give a holler when you’re done.”

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With the surprise visit of Mister Goodnight out of the way, it was back to the security issue. So once again he started for the door. Just as Pike walked in.


“Who’s that feller just walked out?


“John Goodnight, Attorney for Case. Headed up to see some folks about securing this trial.”


“I’ll take care here, then. Got the crew going out the ranch, have ‘er finished afore the weddin’ so they promised. We’ll see.” Pike said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.


“Good. That’s real good. Best get to it. Be back.” And out the door Speed went. A big town attorney might change things, then again, this was a small town, with small town moralities and ethics. Big city people didn’t impress them much, they were looked on more as an interference, than anything else.


Not a particularly religious man, having witnessed as well as caused so much death and destruction during the war, he was fairly regular at Sunday Service. He believed in God, and gave Him proper respect, the carnage of the war and what he saw of it’s aftermath had given him pause in beliefs. But this was not about rectifying beliefs, this was about insuring the safety of those that would be involved in the trial from any interference from the Steelgrave riders, or Cases outlaw friends.


With that thought in mind, whether real or conjured up, Speed made his way up to the church, stepping inside he called out, “Padre? You here?”

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It was a Friday, early, which meant that Thomas would be in town for the next few days to write and host the Sunday service. Situated in Pastor Evans' little nook out of the chancel, he sat, considering what he might present as the topic of discussion this week. Perhaps something on hypocrisy? Topical, considering the man locked up in the Marshall's office, and well... considering himself.

Matthew - he wrote, then quickly scribbled it out.

John 4:20 - If anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen.

 

The old priest winced, the ache in his arm playing up a little. It had been causing trouble ever since this round of ranch visits, though he knew from experience that it would fade in a week or so. For now, he merely gave it a quick rotation, working the stiffness out, before getting back to the sermon.

 

"Padre? You here?"

 

A voice from the narthex, and an excuse to put this thing off. He could find his repentance later.

Thomas emerged from the side room, past the lectern and out by the pews. At the far end of the church, there stood Marshal Guyer, or Speed, as most folk seemed to call him. Authoritative and just, the Marshal was often here on Sundays, but to see him on a Friday was new ground.

 

"Marshal!" Thomas greeted, as he walked forward to meet the lawman. "You're not often here on a weekday, are you? To what do I owe the pleasure?"

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"Marshal!" Thomas greeted, as he walked forward to meet the lawman. "You're not often here on a weekday, are you? To what do I owe the pleasure?"


“No sir, I’m not, but it seems I’ve got a problem. Not sure you can help out with it, but I wouldn’t know without askin’.” He began, feeling a bit uncomfortable. “As you probably know there’s going to be a trial shortly. True there will be more than one, the men that were captured in the failed bank robbery, they’ll hang, that’s sure.” Here he paused.

 

"Far be it from me to interrupt the law's machinations, Marshal. I'll be there to give them their last rites, don't you worry." Thomas replied, though Speed continued on, implying that his further services may be required;


“Case Steelgrave will be tried on a number of charges, several are quite serious and could mean prison time or worse, depending on the Circuit Judge. He has brothers, he is associated with outlaws, and there are always the riders from the Evergreen Ranch. That would be his fathers spread North of town.”

 

Thomas nodded along, though he was beginning to feel an inkling of where this might all be leading.


"Now, I know it would seem to be none of your concern, but then, it is. There might not be any trouble, then again, it is possible. I need to protect the Judge, the attornies, the jury, if there is one, and, Case Steelgrave through the trial and after from whatever might happen. I need help with security for the trial. I know it’s not your line of work, nor is it what you profess, but I have to ask, will you stand with us?”

 

The priest was silent for a time, breathing out a long sigh. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he'd last shed blood. Coming to Kalispell was meant to be a new start; far from Palo Alto, from the dusty plains of Mexico, and from the outbuildings of Fort Laramie.

 

The Lord did not forget, though, and neither would he, for as long as he lived. He had repented, yes, but he did not regret. The truth of the fact was that Reverend Thomas Reed was a priest, yes, but also a soldier, a hunter, and a killer. At least in defense of a trial, he would be on the side of the law.

 

"Of course." he said, quietly, then with more certainty he repeated; "Of course."

A more regular, easy smile crept back onto his face, and he seemed a mite more relaxed.

"I'll stand with you, Marshal. What day is it scheduled to begin?"

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With the jail locked up, Pronto Pike mounted his horse  and start out on a mission.

He knew right where to find them, loafing in front of the clapboard house on East Washington Street, so he rode up to the place at an easy pace and stopped.

 

He looked at them, and they looked back at him. Both sides knew why he was there. "Lite an' set, Pike." Bannister said, "Reckon we know why your here."

 

Pronto stepped down, holding his reins, "I come lookin' fer help come the day of the trial. I know you boys pulled Speed's iron out of the fire with them Evergreen hands, but, well,  could be Cases friends come callin', 'er his brothers, maybe even the boys from the ranch again,"

 

"We did that, didn't like the odds." Santee stated. McKenny just nodded. "Looks to me like maybe you and Guyer'll be up against it come the trial." At that moment the door opened and Leah Steelgrave stepped out.

 

"Ma'am." Pike greeted.

 

"How many men does the Marshal need, Deputy Pike?" She asked.

 

"Many as he can get, I 'spose. May not be an easy day of it, that's for shore."

 

Leah looked to the three men, then back to Pike and said, "These boys are free to make their own decision, as for me, I'll be there." She smiled. "What's the Marshal's plan?"

 

"Hold on!" Bannister interjected, standing up. "Cain't let you set yerself up ta get shot! No sir, that just ain't gonna happen." The other two joined him quickly, all concerned about her declaration.

 

"I don't recall asking you, Bannister. My place will be where they think I can do the most good." She fired back.

 

"Miss Steelgrave, I'm afraid we can't ask you to ..."

 

"I don't recall my asking your opinion either, deputy. This is my brother, and yes, perhaps my family will decide  to  come to Case's aid. I'll not stand for them further disparaging the family name as the lawless brigands that they are. No, I will stand with the Marshal. And I will do what must be done, family or not, so I ask again, what is the Marshal's plan?"

 

"I seen his plan, well, a rough sketch of the street. He'll be talking with Flandry at the Stardust, he wants to put people on the roof there, on both sides, and at the St. Regis. Plus  some covering the back of the Municipal Building. Planning a regular Winchester Quarantine of the building, an' less risk fer the defenders."

 

"Count me in." McKenny said suddenly.

 

"yeah, me too." Santee added looking to Bannister.

 

"Hell, shootin' downs easy, up, not so much. I'll throw i with you. But I'll be where she is, just in case."

 

Leah smiled. "I knew you'd throw in with us. I'm more stubborn than you are. It's why I get my way. And you tell Speed Guyer I'll not hear any of his  reasonings, I'm in."

 

"Yes ma'am.I'll be sure to tell him. He looked at his unlikely recruits, "Appreciate it." And climbed abroad his horse.We'll surely let you knpw before hand." and with that he turned and rode back to Main Street.

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Leaving the church with no idea what Pike had been doing he headed to see Ralph Flandry at the Stardust Saloon, a place he would need to use to cover the front of the Municipal building, and a man he could use with his rifle. Then too, Flandry would want to be paid for his time, and possibly the use of his roof top, as well as any damage his building may receive.  A bit mercenary, but, not beyond reason.

 

He pushed through the bat wings and stepped up to the bar, with a deep breath he said, "Hullo Ralph, guess you know why I'm here, but maybe not the whole of it."

 

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Ralph glanced up from wiping a freshly rinsed glass. It was the local law, Guyer. He nodded acknowledgement then listened for a moment.

 

"Hullo Ralph, guess you know why I'm here, but maybe not the whole of it."

 

"Well, I am guessing you aren't here to have a drink? So.....fill me in then,"  Ralph answered.

 

"Wait! Don't tell me....Arabella git herself into some trouble?" he wouldn't put it past the girl, she certainly was a handful.

 

 

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Earlier at the church;

The Lord did not forget, though, and neither would he, for as long as he lived. He had repented, yes, but he did not regret. The truth of the fact was that Reverend Thomas Reed was a priest, yes, but also a soldier, a hunter, and a killer. At least in defense of a trial, he would be on the side of the law.

 

"Of course." he said, quietly, then with more certainty he repeated; "Of course."

A more regular, easy smile crept back onto his face, and he seemed a mite more relaxed.

"I'll stand with you, Marshal. What day is it scheduled to begin?"

 

"Looks to be May second, or just after, depending on the Judge. Appreciate the help, Father, but it's like I said, maybe nothing happens, maybe all hell breaks loose." Speed clarified, then added, "Can't be sure, but the two from the robbery, Marley and Simpson, they might be open to a bit of comfort before they meet their maker. Be obliged if you'd stop by the jail before their trial."

 

"I'll be there." Thomas declared, an air of finality about him. "And you can let those two know that a priest will be with them."

 

With that, he gave the Marshal one last smile and stepped back from the narthex, though with a fair bit more material for his Sunday service.

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At the Stardust Saloon:

"Well, I am guessing you aren't here to have a drink? So.....fill me in then,"  Ralph answered.

 

"Well, I'll take a cup of coffee, if you've got any on." Speed began, but before he could continue...

 

"Wait! Don't tell me....Arabella git herself into some trouble?" he wouldn't put it past the girl, she certainly was a handful."

 

Speed laughed, calming him a bit from the stressors of preparing for the trial. "Hardly, she is all that and then some to be sure, Ralph, but I'm here about the coming trial for Case. First, I'd like the use of your roof. I'd like to put some riflemen up there in the event that there's trouble. The other thing, if you're not a witness, the city'll pay you to be up on your roof. And any damages to your place."

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"Coffee, um, I'm sure the cook has some on the stove in the back," Ralph answered, up front at the bar he only sold liquor and beer. Maybe the occasional sasparilla.

 

Turned out what the lawman really was here for was quite different.

 

"Hardly, she is all that and then some to be sure, Ralph, but I'm here about the coming trial for Case. First, I'd like the use of your roof. I'd like to put some riflemen up there in the event that there's trouble. The other thing, if you're not a witness, the city'll pay you to be up on your roof. And any damages to your place."

 

Flandry slowly nodded, "Well, now that's interestin' enough. A couple of things first off though. I ain't the owner of this here saloon, Miss Matilda Devereau is so yer askin' the wrong person about using the roof. And secondly, I work for her and I would only agree to man the roof.........so ta speak............if she gives me the go ahead."

 

 

 

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"Well, hell. You know, I know that. Just a busy time and I reckon I just let that slip." Speed said, candid about how busy things were for him. I best be speaking to Miss Devereau then, that is if she might be available."

 

Speed  needed to get help, even though he was not sure if or when there would be any trouble. It seemed to him that precaution was was the better part of any situation. It was a small slip, but it was common knowledge that he had somehow forgotten.

 

"As I said, if you were to able to stand with us, the town will pay you." Speed reminded him.

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"Well, hell. You know, I know that. Just a busy time and I reckon I just let that slip." Speed said, " I best be speaking to Miss Devereau then, that is if she might be available."

 

"Sure you got a lot on yer mind, Marshal," Ralph shrugged then pointed to the stairway going up to the second floor, "Matilda's up there. Just go to the door with the gold knocker, only one that has something like that. She's up there right now, think she's working on the books."

 

"As I said, if you were to able to stand with us, the town will pay you." Speed reminded him.

 

"I'll help long as I get paid and if Matilda sez it's alright with her," Ralph agreed but with conditions.

 

 

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"I'll help long as I get paid and if Matilda sez it's alright with her," Ralph agreed but with conditions.


“Hold that coffee will you Ralph, and thanks.” Straight to the stairs he went, and then up to the second floor to speak with Matilda Devereau. The roof of the saloon was vital to his security plan. He wanted no one on the ground except for himself. Shooting down, with ample cover was far easier than standing in the street, where he planned to be, facing men on horseback.


He stood before the door with the gold knocker, as Ralph had described. He took a breath then used the knocker to rap twice. This was a new experience as he didn’t recall ever speaking with her before, however he was positive she knew who he was.

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No sooner had the man knocked when a woman's voice could easily be heard from within.

 

"Come on in, it ain't locked!"

 

Matilda looked up from her focus on her bookkeeping, it was mind-numbing work but absolutely necessary to keep on top of. Money made the world go round, it also kept this place afloat. And this place was her world.

 

"Marshal Guyer?"

 

She set her pencil down and took off the spectacles she had on, "What brings a man of the law here? Did we do somethin' wrong?"

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"No ma'am, nothing wrong. I need to ask a favor of you. You know, of course, about the trial coming up for Case Steelgrave." He began.

 

"I would like to use the roof of your business to station two, maybe three men with rifles in the event of any trouble. Something like what we witnessed with the Evergreen riders."

 

"And, I'm asking for your permission to use Ralph, who said he would stand with us on your say so. I realize I'm asking a lot, but the safety of all those involved in the trial is likely at stake here." Now would come the moment of truth for his plan. There were other rooftops, but none as perfect as the Stardust's.

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"No ma'am, nothing wrong. I need to ask a favor of you. You know, of course, about the trial coming up for Case Steelgrave." He began.

 

"Yes, I do," Matilda nodded.

 

"I would like to use the roof of your business to station two, maybe three men with rifles in the event of any trouble. Something like what we witnessed with the Evergreen riders." 

 

"I see," she kept listening.

 

"And, I'm asking for your permission to use Ralph, who said he would stand with us on your say so. I realize I'm asking a lot, but the safety of all those involved in the trial is likely at stake here."

 

"You really think anyone would come into town shooting to spring that man?" Matilda remarked but answered her own question, "I suppose if they're desperate enough they might."

 

"Alright, you can use my roof. And if Ralph is willin', he is free to do as he wills. I suppose it's the former soldier in him. But here's hopin' nothing like this even occurs."

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"Alright, you can use my roof. And if Ralph is willin', he is free to do as he wills. I suppose it's the former soldier in him. But here's hopin' nothing like this even occurs."


Speed was able to smile at her response and her permission. No doubt anyone planning to derail the trial would want control of that rooftop. Now it would be in the hands of the law. All that was needed were men to man the rooftops. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this, and if there should be any damage to your property, I’ll see that the town takes care of it.”

 
“Ralph has asked to be paid, I’ll cover that out of the collected fines I have.” Speed concluded, “and again, thank you Miss Devereau.”

 

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“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this, and if there should be any damage to your property, I’ll see that the town takes care of it," the lawman clearly was pleased.

 

"I don't want to see justice circumvented by a bunch of armed thugs, I live in this town too," Matilda reasoned aloud.

 
“Ralph has asked to be paid, I’ll cover that out of the collected fines I have.” Speed concluded, “and again, thank you Miss Devereau.”

 

"I would think you will be paying any you deputize for this. Afterall they're risking their lives just like you paid lawmen," Matilda pointed out with a smile.

 

"But you're welcome, marshal. Oh and on your way out tell Ralph to give you a free shot," she added.

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"I would think you will be paying any you deputize for this. Afterall they're risking their lives just like you paid lawmen," Matilda pointed out with a smile.

 

"But you're welcome, marshal. Oh and on your way out tell Ralph to give you a free shot," she added.


Speed smiled at the capitalistic view of Matilda Devereau, in regards to pay. “Any that want recompense is surely entitled to it, and I will be asking each and everyone. Yes ma’am, and again, thank you. With that he took his leave, bounded down the stairs.

 

"I’ll take that coffee now, and paid you will be, Ralph." To him, it was the least the town could do to those wanted to be paid. He would fight that battle ,when, and if it came.

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