"Well now, what do we have here?"

Mark wiped the tear from his cheek before looking up to see a man coming from the back of the saloon.

"Shouldn't you be back at the hotel with your folks?"

"…They ain't there."

"Don't you reckon you should be getting on home then?"

"…My pa was on that jury… he's still in there."

"…What about your ma?"

"She… she died a long time ago."

"Oh, I see." The man took a seat on a crate as he opened a bottle of whisky. "…Your pa tell you much about that trial?"

Mark nodded. "He couldn't talk about it until it was all over, but he told me all about it after. …I was excited that he'd been on the jury… now I wish he hadn't had nothin' at all to do with it."

"You know why Bennet's got them hold up in there?"

"…He said Mr. Walker killed his brother and is upset that the my pa and the others didn't convict him of murder. He… he said he's gonna… gonna kill one of them."

The man let out a deep breath before giving a short chuckle, causing Mark's brow to furrow.

"I wouldn't worry too much about it… Bennet's never had too much of a backbone. Couldn't pull the trigger that night, he won't be able to pull it now."

"Easy for you to say. You ain't in there."

"I've been on the other side of Bennet's gun more than once. He'd never have the courage to shoot any of those men."

"…You know Mr. Bennet?"

"Like I said, we've crossed paths. He and I were in the same business."

The boy looked the man over, unable to stop himself from raising an eyebrow. "…You print newspapers?"

He let out a long laugh before shaking his head. "Newspapers," he continued to chuckle. "I'm in the printing business, but I sure don't print newspapers."

"If you don't print newspapers, what do you print?"

"Oh, there are lots of things someone could do with a little ink and paper. You do things the right way… well, you could make yourself a fortune."

"…Doesn't seem to me like the Bennets were making out very well."

Again, the man laughed to himself before looking back up at Mark. "What do you think Bennet hired Walker for?"

"Mr. Walker didn't work for the Bennets," he answered in confusion. "He worked at the stage depot."

"…Guess I got myself mixed up." The man uneasily chuckled as he stood. "Hear so many names and stories, a man's sure to get things the wrong way around, sooner or later. …You gonna be here a while?"

"…I reckon."

"…Could you do me a favor?"

"I guess."

"I uh… I'm waitin' for a friend of mine. You wait here until he comes lookin', and tell him I'll meet him at the hotel?"

Mark slowly nodded.

"Now promise me you ain't gonna go nowhere; it's important he knows where I'm at."

"S-Sure."

The man studied Mark for a moment before nodding and hurrying down the street. The boy waited only a few brief moments, then quietly followed after the man.

Mark kept to the shadows as the two made their way through the back alleyways, finally arriving at the print shop. He waited for the man to pry open the back door and make his way inside before sneaking to one of the windows. The boy watched for a few moments as the man began rummaging through the office, then turned and ran around the building.

"Marshal!"

"Mark!" Micah strode towards the boy, shaking his head. "Where have you been? We have men out looking all over for you!"

"That night Mr. Bennet was killed, I think I found the other man Mr. Walker said was there!"

"What are you talking about?"

"There was a man behind the saloon and-"

"What were you doing behind the saloon?"

Ignoring the question, Mark went on, "And he was asking about the trial, and Mr. Bennet, but when I said he was planning on… on killing one of the jurors, he said Mr. Bennet wouldn't do it! He said he couldn't pull the trigger "that night" and wouldn't be able to this time, and then said something about Mr. Bennet hiring Mr. Walker, but Mr. Walker didn't work at the print shop, he-"

"Slow down, Mark," the marshal admonished. "Where is this man now?"

"Well that's what I'm tryin' to tell ya! He tried to tell me to stay behind, but he snuck over to the print shop and I followed him and now he's tearing the place apart and-"

"Mark, you get over to the hotel, and stay there this time! Mays, Cole, come with me!"

As the boy turned to follow the instruction, Micah and two other men made their way to the print shop. Leaving Mays to watch the front, Micah and Cole hurried around to the back, charging inside with their weapons drawn.

"Hold it right there!"

The marshal's order was answered by a gunshot, causing Micah to dive for cover as he and Cole returned fire. Their target got off one more shot before letting out a loud yelp and finally throwing his gun away.

"Alright, alright! Don't shoot!"

The men wearing badges stepped out from behind their respective desks, still keeping the third man in their sights. Seeing the counterfeiting plates, Micah raised an eyebrow.

"Mister, you have a heap of explaining to do."

"I don't have to tell you nothin'."

"Maybe not. But Al Walker sure seems to have said quite a bit about a certain Amos Lloyd being there the night Mr. Bennet was murdered. I honestly thought he was spinning tales to save his own skin. Now I'm not so sure."

"You ain't got nothin' on me!"

"We'll see about that. Let's go."

Telling Mays and Cole to go back to their positions, Micah locked the man in one of the cells before getting Doc to tend to his arm. As Micah was walking the doctor back to the hotel, Collin called for the marshal.

"Doc, keep an eye on Mark until I get back there, would you?"

"Sure, Micah."

The marshal crossed the street and met Collin at the bottom of a ladder as he finished climbing down from the roof of the livery.

"Bennet finally lit a lamp; the shades are down, but based on his shadow… we might just be able to take a shot at him."

The marshal thought for a long moment before shaking his head. "…It's still too much of a risk. If we miss… there's no telling what Bennet would do."

"But Micah-"

"Maybe later, once more men are out. But we can't take the chance right now."

"Alright."

"Let me know if you notice anything else."

"I will."

Again, Micah started towards the hotel, only to be met by John Hamilton.

"We still can't find him. Micah, I'm starting to wonder if the boy did leave town."

"He was hiding out behind the saloon; he's over at the hotel now. If you're ready to take him to the ranch, tell him I said it's alright; he's supposed to be waiting for me otherwise."

The banker nodded before walking away. Micah let out a heavy sigh before turning around to see Tom Merrar walking out onto the street.

"Tom!" The marshal hurried towards him, noticing his unsettled expression. "…You alright?"

"No, I'm not alright! My brother's still in there with half a dozen other good men, just waiting to be killed! Bennet's getting anxious; I heard him telling them to start sending out two at a time every fifteen minutes. We have to do something before the man kills somebody!"

"What can we do? We go charging in there, Bennet's liable to kill the lot of them."

"Offer him Walker, I don't care! Just do something!"

"Tom, you and every man on that jury said Walker was innocent of murder. Give me one reason we have any right to overturn that verdict."

The man let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head as he kicked the ground.

"…It's been a long few hours. Why don't you got to the hotel and get something to eat? We'll let you know if anything changes."