Festus and Newly guided Harvey Miller into the jail house and he still continued to bellow about one thing or another, however, it was mostly about the law and justice. Matt finally arrived as the two men had Miller sitting on a chair opposite the marshal's desk.

Matt drew a deep breath as he kept his eyes on the farmer who seemed to shrink as Matt walked toward his desk and took his seat. Matt pulled his hat off and placed it on the desk next to him before he clasped his hands together in front of him, "Mr. Miller," Matt said firmly.

Miller sat starring at the marshal and finally blurted out, "Yes, I broke into Doc's Office and took some things! I would have seen Doc but he wasn't there. Only Jonas was and he scared the hell out of me, and I hit him!"

Matt's eyes lifted to Festus and Newly. "He told us that too," Newly said.

"Is that why you decided to lock Jonas up in the mine?" Matt asked.

"Huh?" Miller grunted.

"You took Wilbur Jonas out to the old silver mine and locked him inside," Matt stated.

"Oh, that. Well, I meant to let him out later. I was going to use him as collateral in case Doc was going to go after me for takin' stuff from his office." Miller said looking at Matt and then the other men in the room.

"That seems a little extreme," Matt growled. "If we hadn't of got to him by now, he'd be dead," the marshal stated. "Is that what you wanted?"

Miller shook his head no, however, he didn't look as if he cared either way. He never saw eye to eye with the store owner.

"I wouldn't blame Jonas if he brought charges against you," Matt declared. "And lots of them," Matt added.

"I didn't mean for Jonas to get hurt," Miller grumbled; crossing his arms tightly in front of him. "I guess I wasn't thinking clearly." Miller tried to explain.

"He's crazier than a bed-bug," Festus huffed. Matt shot a look over to his deputy. "Wall he is!" Festus stated, while folding his arms angrily across his chest. Matt made a face.

Finally Matt stood and moved to the front of his desk where he sat on the corner. Without thought he picked up the long knife that Clarence claimed was his friend's and the one Festus said he found out at the mine. Matt looked at the knife as he formulated his questions.

Miller couldn't keep his eyes off the knife as Matt spoke, "Now Harvey, you know Doc would have looked at your hand if you had asked him to. And as I understand you cut it several days ago. Why did you wait so long to have it treated?" Matt set the knife down beside him and noted that Miller hadn't heard a word he said.

Matt's eyes narrowed as he watched Miller looking at the object. Matt picked the knife up and looked at Miller, "Do you recognize this knife, Harvey?" Matt asked.

Miller's eyes shot up to the marshal's "No! No, I don't. Why would I?" he said as sweat bead formed on his forehead. "I've never seen that knife before," Miller stammered.

Matt flexed his jaw muscles and stood. Slowly he walked toward Harvey with the knife, "I think you are lying, Harvey," he showed him the knife up close. "Are you sure you haven't seen this before?" Matt watched Miller squirm.

Doc and Clarence, then entered the marshal's office. Cox closed the door and looked at the marshal with the knife. He frowned, but chose not to say a word after Doc pulled the trapper aside.

Miller gulped, "I might have seen it once."

"Do you remember where?" Matt leaned forward.

Miller was now sweating a river. "Er, well, I seem to recall one like it a few years ago," Miller looked up at Matt.

"Go on," Matt said as he voice grew lower with exasperation.

Miller swallowed, "That feller had it coming to him!" Miller said with his voice shaking. Cox stepped forward but Festus and Newly held him back, "He was my friend!" the trapper yelled.

"Well if you have friends like that you can keep them! He was the sneakiest card cheat I ever laid eyes on," Miller sneered. Matt watched the two men. Doc's eyes shifted back and forth between Miller and Cox as well.

"Look, if you have something to say, you better say it now," Matt spoke in an even lower tone.

Miller looked at the marshal, "That man was a cheat. I heard he'd already been tossed out of one saloon for cheating, but he was drunk and I figured I could beat him. He sure had a bundle of cash on him," Miller ticked his head.

"You mean he didn't lose it in the other game?" Matt asked.

Miller shrugged, "I don't know his past. He came with a bundle of money though," Miller wet his lips at the thought of the money.

"Yeah, my money," Clarence growled. Miller looked over to him, "He cheated you too, huh?" Cox stepped forward but was once again held back by Festus and Newly.

"Keep that ape away from me," Miller said jumping from his chair and pointing at Cox.

"You better start talking now," Matt ordered. Miller lowered himself back into the chair and looked up at the marshal. "Unless you'd rather talk to Clarence," Matt offered. Miller swallowed knowing he had no choice. He sat back down in the chair and his shoulders sagged.

"That rouge was at the Bull's Head saloon about two years ago. I had a hankerin' for some drinks and cards. Ol' Penelope and I had it out and I just up and left having enough of her nagging," Miller began.

"It was that fella and he seemed to have gathered a good following through the day, with money piled high and several empty bottles in front of him. That's why I figured he'd be easy enough to beat," Miller stated.

"Go on," Matt said.