Leon Henshaw quietly counted the remaining money behind the teller's gate. He looked up over his silver rimmed glasses and made a face when he heard someone knocking at the door of the bank. He knew he had turned the sign to closed.

With a huff, Henshaw set the money down and scribbled a quick note for his count before he stepped out from behind the counter, "Hold your horses," he grumbled as he reached the door and peeked out through the blind. He saw the marshal's badge on Matt's chest and quickly unlocked the door.

"Oh, it's you, marshal!" Henshaw stated as he pulled the door open and stepped aside to allow Matt and Festus into the bank. The clerk quickly closed the door and re-locked it and took his place back behind the counter.

"You're the teller here, aren't you?" Matt asked and then realized how stupid of a question it was; especially with the look on Henshaw's face. Matt held his hand up showing he admitted it was a dumb thing to ask.

"Of course I am," Henshaw snipped as he looked at Matt and Festus.

"Sorry. Mister..."

"Henshaw. Leon Henshaw," the clerk pursed his lips.

"Mr. Henshaw, were you in the back at the time of the robbery yesterday morning?" Matt asked. Henshaw shook his head no, "I was on my way to work. Frank always opened a few minutes early," Henshaw smiled slightly at the thought of his boss and his diligence about his work. "He just loved his job," Henshaw sighed.

"Go on," Matt urged.

"I was just crossing the street when those desperados came charging up the street. I can't even recall hearing a gun shot. Everything happened so fast," Henshaw gulped. "When I finally got here, Frank was gasping," the teller shook as he starred at the floor with the stain of blood still upon it.

"Then what?" Matt asked softly.

Henshaw's light blue eyes lifted to Matt's, "I knelt down and looked at him. He took me by the vest and..." Henshaw's voice wavered, "and he said that it was Roy Crawford who did the robbing. Then he died. Right there in front of me," Henshaw's whole body shivered. He likely was just beginning to realize what a shock to him the whole sight must have been. Leon Henshaw looked pasty white as he slowly lower himself into the chair next to his late boss' desk.

Matt moved closer to the man, "Sorry about this," he said in a kind and gentle voice and placed his hand on Henshaw's shoulder. Leon just starred at the blood and nodded. "And you are sure Frank Andersen said it was Roy Crawford?"

Again Leon nodded and looked up to Matt. "I hope you catch them marshal. Frank didn't deserve to die like that," the clerk almost spoke though his clenched teeth. His jaw muscles flexed with anger. There was great sadness in the man's eyes.

"We'll catch them. But you have to understand that might take some time," Matt stated.

"Make them pay for this," Henshaw practically hissed.

Matt drew a deep breath, "Mr. Henshaw, thank you for your time. Sorry about all of this. I can understand how something can be so upsetting to a person like yourself. Just be sure to let the law do their job, and not you. Okay?" Matt cautioned the clerk with a kindly warning. Henshaw knew what Matt meant and nodded.

Matt looked at Festus and then moved to the door, "Lock the door behind us," Matt ordered the clerk who seemed somewhat numb. Henshaw moved to the door and waited for the marshal and deputy to leave and then did what he asked and bolted the door shut.

Leon Henshaw walked back to his work. He blinked several times and then swallowed. He wasn't happy with himself for allowing his emotions to run away with him. But then he thought, he had the right. He and his wife had known Frank Andersen and his family for close to fifteen years. And it was Andersen who trained him and gave him his clerk job all those years ago. Leon felt a deep loss. He sighed again as he tried to resume his duties.

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Sheriff Parker and his men were about twenty minutes out of Spearville when the rain began. Parker urged his men to move a little faster.

"You know this rain is going to make tracking the others that much harder," Howard Bell stated as he pulled his coat collar tighter around his neck and tilted his hat against the rain.

Parker shot a glare over to his deputy, "I won't give up. Frank Andersen was a fine man and a good friend," he growled which seemed to put Bell in his place for the time being. Bell fumed. He didn't like spending long lights in the cold and longer days in the saddle tracking outlaws, however, it was a paying job, and he promised his wife he'd stick it out within reason.

The small group got closer to Spearville and the rain seemed to get heavier, "Come on, let's get home, boys," Parker said as he tightened his grip on one of Ray Crawford's horse's reins and then with a sharp kick dug his spurs into his horse's flanks causing the animal to bolt forward.

As the foursome charged up the muddy street, town folk cheered on the sheriff and his posse for catching the leader of the group. The chants were so great even Leon Henshaw watched from the bank window. The mere sight of the man that shot his boss and friend made him nauseous. Leon quickly turned away before he let his emotions cloud his thoughts like the marshal warned. He had faith in the law, although it was being taxed at this very minute.

Matt and Festus stood on the boardwalk outside the sheriff's office and watched at sheriff Parker pulled his horse to a stop and quickly dismounted. "Matt, good to see you," he smiled and extended his hand. Matt nodded, and shook his colleague's hand. "I see you caught one," Matt looked up into the dark eyes of Roy Crawford.

"He wasn't going far," Parker stated as he motioned for his deputies to get Crawford into the jail.

"Seems like Roy caught a bullet. Once you take him to Dodge, get your doctor to pull it out. I want him n top shape to face the jury," Parker stated as he pulled his saddle from his horse.

"Roy? As in Roy Crawford?" Matt asked.

"One and the same," Parker stepped passed Matt and into the office.

Matt's jaws flexed in thought as he slowly looked over toward the bank and thought about what Leon Henshaw had said. Matt sighed as he pursed his lips and turned back to look at Festus. "We'll be heading back to Dodge today," he stated. Festus' eyes left Matt and looked over to the bank, "He's seems like a nice a nuf fella. I'd hate to see him get hurt too," the hill man then returned his look at Matt who smiled.