Jared paced across the floor of the brothel room he had rented. Len Wilson's eyes followed the man as he walked from one side of the room to the other; Baker was stewing over the news that Charles Downie had cut loose and ran off, without reason and that Bert Ashley was still missing.

John Calder sat on a wooden chair, leaning back on the two back legs, against the wall while his right foot rested on the table in front of him, "I looked everywhere for the kid," he grumbled, knowing that Jared's moon was not going to change with anything anyone said.

Jared stopped in this tracks and glared at Calder, "I've got two missing men. Both of them not very good at keeping their mouths shut," he snapped.

The door of the room opened and William Mathias stepped into the room. His eyes scanned the scene and noted the tension in the air. He closed the door and took a chair, swinging it around and straddling it as he sat, folding his arms over the back. "I just saw two troopers in town, he said as he struck a match and lit the cigarette that hung loosely from his lips.

"Tell me something I care about," Jared growled.

Mathias shrugged, "I just thought you'd like to know," he added.

Jared shook his head, "Soldiers are all over the place. Who cares?" he huffed with a wave of his hand. "We need to find Bret and move on soon. I guarantee that there's a posse coming," he said picking up the half empty bottle of whiskey and drinking back a large gulp.

Calder placed his foot on the floor, bringing his chair back to all four legs before he slowly stood up, "I'll go and look for the kid again," he mumbled as he walked to the door.

Baker looked over his shoulder, "Keep your eyes open for the law," he cautioned.

"You're preaching to the converted," Calder laughed as he opened the door and left the room.

Calder walked down the stairs and stood in the busy saloon where he caught the attention of one of the women who was leaning on the long wooden bar. With a smile on her lips, she sauntered over to the ruggedly good looking gunslinger, "What can I do for you?" she purred while she ran her right index finger down his unshaven cheek.

Calder looked up the stairs and then back at the woman, "Come with me and find out," he said talking the woman by the wrist. "Easy, now," she protested as she followed Calder up to a vacant room. He pushed her through the open door and quickly stepped through closing the door behind him.

Privates Harper and Sheppard had moved the groggy Bret Ashley over to the jail house as planned. Now it was a matter of getting Jared Baker to come and get him.

As Ashley became more aware of his new surroundings and the ether began to wear off, he became more belligerent, "Why am I in here! I've done nothing wrong!" he protested loudly. Sheriff Wells had enough of the younger man's belly-aching and closed the dividing door between the office and the jail cells, "This could be a long day," Wells stated as he walked back to his desk to sort through the mail his deputy had just delivered.

Ashley looked around the cell he was held in and cursed aloud, "If I get my hand on you, Charlie Downie, I'll choke the life out of you!" he yelled out.

Wells' left eyebrow lifted, "Well, we at least know he has a friend here," he said looking at the two soldiers. Sheppard shrugged, "Well we just can't go looking for the others," he stated. "It seems to me that the marshal's deputies are the only ones that really know what they look like," he added.

Wells nodded and picked up the telegram that was on the corner of his desk, "Here's the telegram that the marshal sent out," he said, reading it quickly and handing it to the soldier. Both troopers read the message, "They sound like real upstanding citizens," Harper said with sarcasms oozing out of every word he spoke.

Privates Little and Batten went with Newly, while Matt paired up with Sam as they searched for Jared's other men. Matt's immediate thought was that they would hold up in a brothel, and with the size of Cimarron, there were quite a few to check out, once they found out where they were located – Wells was able to supply the men with a list of the seediest places in town, and those were the ones that Matt suggested to be checked first - he knew that time was of the essence and he wanted to spring on Jared's men with as much surprise as possible in order to bring them back to Dodge to stand trial.

Newly and his men entered The Fox Den Saloon. The all stood in shock and awe at the gaudy decor of the saloon; its low light levels and smoke that hung in the air made it even nastier in appearance. The men exchanged looks then pushed further into the room. It was uncomfortably stuffy, and newly thought that for the time of day, there seemed to be a lot of patrons in the establishment.

The barkeep noticed the soldiers and alerted Fred McCormick, the proprietor of The Fox Den. McCormack was a tall, well dressed older man with a well trimmed white beard. He wore a grey suit and a gold brocade vest. His eyes narrowed as the barkeep pointed the men out to him and with a slight nod, McCormack wove his way through the crowd to cut Newly and the soldiers from going any further, "What can I do for you?" he abruptly asked, his eyes shifting between the men wondering why soldiers would be in his saloon. Many eyes from around the room were on the small group.

"Were searching for some men that robbed the Dodge City bank and raped a woman," Newly said. The words felt filthy coming out of his mouth, but he had to tell the saloon owner what kind of patrons he may be harbouring.

McCormack looked around the room, "All regulars here right now," he stated. "But look around if you want. I hope you find them," he said.

"What about upstairs?" Newly asked.

"My girls don't start work until three," McCormack stated. Newly nodded in acknowledgement and motioned for the soldiers to follow him through the saloon, to check all the side rooms, none of the men in the establishment were Jared's men.

Newly walked over to McCormack, "We might be back later, if we don't find these men," he warned the saloon owner. McCormack understood, "If I see anyone I don't know, I'll let the sheriff know," he said. There was no way he wanted rapists in his building.

"Thanks," Newly nodded then quickly then turned to the soldiers, "Let's go to the next one on the list," Newly said with disappointment in his tone.