The Marshal aimed a kick at Richard's feet and managed to disrupt the connection between man and chair.

"Get in, before you take a bullet to the knee," she said, bumping Jed's chair with her hip and sending it skittering across the floor.

Caldwell's feet were knocked out from under him and he collapsed on the floor, losing his grip on the chair in the process.

"Well, I was never no adventurer anyway, so that don't scare me," he retorted from the ground.

The Marshal smirked.

"Might slow you down a bit if you get a chance to run, though," she retorted. "Quit taking all day."

"I wouldn't be takin' all day if you hadn't a kicked me down and stole my chair," Caldwell said as he slunk into his cell.

The door grated shut behind Caldwell as the Marshal eyed him.

"I've done worse," she said. "And I still have questions for you. A man doesn't apparate into a cell and leave his weapons outside. Something else happened, and I will find out what."

The Marshal turned and smiled at Char.

"Come on, let's find your brother."

The sheriff fired a shot into the red, grainy dirt. Vaporizing a small, round portion of it. But that hole wasn't the biggest effect of his pistol. No sir, the reason that he discharged the weapon was running towards him right now. The whole town was headed his way and as a bonus, they were already armed. That would make things easier in the long run.

"Whats the meaning of this, sheriff?"

Jed related the story of the train wreck, he also told them that there were a band of bandits heading straight for the town. But what he didn't tell them was that Caldwell was sitting in the town jail. No, that wouldn't do at all. If he had told them, Caldwell would have been dead in a minute and that was not the way he wanted Caldwell to go out.

"So, what we gonna do?" asked a multitude of voices.

"First off, we're gonna go into overdrive on that wall. Second, we need to get the word out. Arm everybody in the town, if you need weapons, I can get you some. Most of all, don't panic. What we don't need is a wildfire. Understand?"

Soon, the crowd was dispersing, going off on various tasks. Jed, took a seat on the saloon steps. Not sure what else to do. His little town was safe, for the time being.

The Marshal took no time following the trails of people streaming from Jed's meeting. There was a general murmur and the town was on edge, but ordered.

"Sheriff!" she called, moving briskly through the crowd. "You're needed."

The Sheriff was needed, and he responded by standing up as the Marshal arrived. "What's the lowdown, Boss?" Jedd straighted his hat, it had become a habit. One he did when nervous.

"Some guy tried to break into Prisoner Zero's cell and kill him. Works for Meyer, or at least, said he did. Moved him to a separate cell and left him unconscious, but he should be waking up soon. I think you should talk to him."

Charlotte stood with her gun carefully trained on the prisoner for the entire time Caldwell and the Marshal were bantering. Her muscles began to ache from keeping them rigid for so long, so she was relieved when the Marshal exited the cell and shut the door behind her. "Come on, let's find your brother."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Mysterious men and whispers of danger? Yes, Jed would know what to do with that. Charlotte dropped her gun and then slung it around her back once more, following the Marshal out of the tiny sheriff's office. When they exited, she blinked away the sun, only to see the entire town gathered around one person: her brother, Jed. The people seemed to disperse, and Charlotte followed the Marshal, both of them weaving their way through the crowd.

"Sheriff! You're needed."

"What's the lowdown, Boss?" Jed adjusted his hat. Charlotte's trained eye recognized it as nervous fidgeting, and it occurred to her that maybe... maybe he didn't know what to do.

"Some guy tried to break into Prisoner Zero's cell and kill him. Works for Meyer, or at least, said he did. Moved him to a separate cell and left him unconscious, but he should be waking up soon. I think you should talk to him."

Charlotte nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. "It'd be a good idea. Maybe you can figure out what's going on."

((Not sure what exactly you guys have planned for this since I've been out of it for a few days, so if this post needs an edit, just let me know and I'd be happy to oblige. ))

"It'll be my pleasure, Marshal." Said he, straightening his hat once again, "Lets go." And go Jedd did, taking long and determined strides towards his jail-house. Truth is, ever since the old sheriff was murdered, Jedd had been winging it. And one of these days, he knew that he was bound to nose-dive.

The Marshal matched her pace to Jed's, and began briefing him.

"Apparently this man is a fellow of Meyer's, or at least that's what he told Richard. He was wearing an amulet and carrying a vial of poison though. Meyer's men never do that," she said, her voice low. "You're too young to know this, but those were the trademarks of the Western Triad, a mixed-race organized crime unit comprised mainly of men from Chinese or Slovenian descent. The Triad was broken up some years ago, though. Both the ringleaders were killed, and their seconds couldn't seem to survive the infighting. The Triad bit the dust, and the members scattered. Here's the rub, though; the poison is sealed with the insignia of the Triad."

The Marshal took a deep breath in, then grabbed Jed's arm, stopping him just outside the jail.

"Jed, I need to know that the Triad isn't alive again. If it is--I need to know why they're working with Meyer, or what on earth is going on."

"Yes Ma'am." He said, taking it all in. What was all this about a Triad? Organized crime, the Marshal talked about it like old news. But to Jedd, as a county sheriff. He was used to dealing with common criminals, not with these hardcore crooks. In fact, the boy wasn't sure why the Marshal was sending him in instead of going herself.

He took a breath and fixed his hat yet again, "here goes nothing." And with that, he began walking up the stairs and towards his office. More so, to the man sitting in his cell. The two men sitting in his cells.

The Marshal watched as Jed slowly climbed the steps and entered the jail, the agitation building in her stomach. Finally, she turned and smiled weakly at Charlotte.

"I suppose we best start making some...thing for dinner. As entertaining as it might be to watch Caldwell starve, I don't want to have to listen to him holler during the process. Man complains more than anyone I've ever met."

Charlotte sighed. "I suppose you're right. The kitchen's upstairs in the back, as you probably remember." She headed up the stairs and into the apartment above the sheriff's office, then back into the kitchen. "Don't tell Jed this, but I like cooking. It's... relaxing." She rummaged through a few cupboards. "What should we make? Fried chicken sound okay? Or dumplings?"