John walked into the Foreman's Office and saw there was one man in the cell, and the other just sleeping. He saw the badge and decided he must be one of the Marshalls.
"Hey! You got a visitor!" The outlaw in the cell said.
The Marshall woke up and started hacking up something awful.
"I really hope this ain't the Marshall Bonnie told me about before she left back with the supplies, or else I'm never going to get Bill." John thought to himself.
"Shut up you!" He told the Inmate, and then he turned to John. "Now what you want?"
"My name is John Marston." John told the Marshall. "You wanted to speak to me."
"I did?" The Marshall asked.
"Apparently so." John answered.
"Why?" The Marshall asked.
"I guess cause were both in the business of the law." John replied.
The Marshall got up from the bed, stretched and walked out of the cell.
"You that fella from the train company?" The Marshall said.
"Wow, this isn't the guy I want to speak to." John thought to himself.
"No, I'm from Fort Mercer". Spoke John.
The Marshall finally got interest in him.
"Fort Mercer? You one of them Williamson boys!"
"This guy really has no clue!"
They both pulled out their guns and aimed it at each other; the Marshall used both hands on his.
The inmate got up.
"Calm down." John said.
The inmate said. "Go on! Shoot him Mister! Shoot Him!"
"You getting cute with me boy?" The Marshall said.
"What's going on here?" A man said behind John.
"I got one of them Williamson boys!" The Marshall said.
Then John said. "I got one of them idiots that give Marshalls a bad name."
"Jonah, put your gun down." The man said.
Jonah obeyed his command and holstered it and John did too while the inmate sighed.
"You must be the man from Blackwater." Marshall Leigh Johnson said.
"Yes sir, listen that Dog ain't too bright, but he seems loyal." John said.
"Jonah, get out of here for a minute." Leigh said.
"Yes Sir Mister Johnson sir." Jonah said.
Jonah turned to John and said. "And you! Oh I've seen enough of your hide around here."
John chuckles and says. "I think there are some school children down there you can frighten."
"Oh Hardy fucking Har!" Then Jonah leaves the office.
Leigh then says. "What are you doing here Mr. Marston? Apart from frightening my deputies."
"Well, I'm here to capture or kill Bill Williamson."
Leigh stops, looks at him, the chuckles to himself. "Okay."
"Can you help me?" John asks.
"It's outside my jurisdiction, over in the next county, of course, Bill Williamson and his boys tend to keep away from my town."
Then John says. "So you're happy with them."
"Happy? No, though I also ain't suicidal. My job is to keep this town safe, not cleaning up all these 3 counties. It's hard enough around here."
"You know," John says. "I hear you speak. Suddenly I'm reminded how the people I respect the most in my life had a problem of authority. What's wrong with you?"
"Well I'm sure you and your find friends have enjoyed spending your time running around pursuing Nobel causes, my cause, is to keep this town from turning into a living hell for the folk who live here. Whole world has problems Mister, and I'm here, doing what I can."
John then asked. "Why, what's happening?"
"Right now?" Leigh asks. "Well I got the Railway, people paying my salary trying to make me turn a blind eye to them burning down settlements their. I got a bunch of Cattle Rustlers up near Box canyon that needs shutting down, not forgetting the Gang that keeps murdering homesteaders in the back country, then I got a bunch of hoods over in the saloon drunk threatening to shoot up the whole town. That's all I got today, but it's early yet, give it a couple more days."
John thinks then makes a deal. "Tell you what? Let's go deal with them hoods, in the saloon, and then we will discus Bill Williamson."
"Okay boy." Leigh says as he gets up. "You're a persistent little cuss ain't ya?"
John follows the Marshall out of the office. "Only when things matter."