Matt and Sam made their way along a narrow side street, certainly one that was off the beaten path, so to say. The old wooden buildings were close together, and in various states of dilapidation. Shingles and siding hung from some while it appeared that others had nothing more than buffalo robes for doors. It certainly was the poor end of Cimarron, and likely made up of people who tried to push west and failed.

Men and women, of a lower social class, sat on the steps, or leered out windows as they watched the two strangers walk by. Some men were brazen enough to spit chewing tobacco onto the dusty street near the lawmen's feet. Matt and Sam didn't share one word as they reached the doorway of Madame Rouge, another one of Cimarron's questionable establishments.

Matt took a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure they weren't being followed, and once satisfied; he and Sam entered the dimly light establishment. The walls were adorned with large paintings with decorative gold frames and candles and oil lamps lit other areas, creating a mysterious ambiance. The hall smelled of perfume – lots of it.

Several scantly clad women walked from one room to another without any hesitation, glancing at the two men and giggling as they disappeared. Matt made a face and looked over at Sam, who seemed struck with awe. Matt nudged the barkeep with his elbow, "We need to find the owner," he said in hushed voice while moving further into the main hallway.

Out of the room that the two women entered, another older lady came out. She wore a long flowing black gown with a low cut neckline, "Well, hello!" she smiled. "We don't often have lawmen visit Madame Rouge's" she said noting Matt's badge and in provocative tone for her age; she was still very beautiful with milky white skin, high cheekbones and red lips, all under her well styled grey hair.

Sam clutched his shot gun tighter, glancing quickly at Matt who swallowed and finally said, "We're here on business. It's very serious," he added.

"Oh," the older woman said sounding disappointed. "Well then how can I help you?" she asked eyeing Matt up and down.

"We're looking for some men that robbed a bank in Dodge City and raped a woman," Matt again felt nauseous just thinking about what happened to Kitty.

The older woman was taken back. Rape was not a word she liked in her business or elsewhere. "Hopefully none of my patrons would commit such a heinous crime," the woman said in self defence. "I don't know the backgrounds of my patrons, nor do I ask. I only care that they are clean and well mannered, but you can't tell that all the time, can you?" she asked. "What do these beasts look like?" she further inquired.

Matt pulled the piece of paper from his pocket that had the drawing that Doc had done and handed it to the woman.

With a slightly trembled hand, the woman reached out for the paper, "I assure you, marshal, I don't intentionally harbour criminals and if one or two come into my place, I will surely help in any way," she said forcefully.

"No, I didn't think you would, and I'm grateful for your help," Matt said and watched the woman open the paper. She gasped and immediately looked up into Matt's eyes, "He's upstairs, past the all and in the saloon at the back over there!" her voice shook as she pointed through a doorway off the main hall of the bordello. "Room five above the saloon," she said thrusting the paper back into Matt's hand.

Matt nodded, "Thank you," smiled weakly, patting the older lady on the shoulder. "Everything will be just fine, but I need to know if he is with any of your ladies?" he asked.

The woman shook her head no, "He and others have been drinking. My girls don't really work in that part of my business," she replied.

"How many other men?" Matt asked.

The woman shrugged, "There maybe three or four. I wasn't really paying much attention. They just wanted a room, and I need the money," she said somewhat embarrassedly. "I would have certainly have paid more attention if they were in this half of my business," she added. "I have my girls to watch out for," she pursed her lips and placed right left hand onto her hip.

Matt nodded, "Thank you…" he stopped; realizing he never asked the woman's name.

"Madame Rouge, of course," she smiled and gave the men a wink. Matt quickly tipped his hat, "We'll be as careful as possible," he said as he stepped past the establishment owner, carefully making his way through the saloon section which fronted onto another street. Sam Noonan followed Matt, while scanning the room for any of Jared's men. As they reached the stairs, Matt looked at Sam, "I take it that none of them are down here," he said. Sam shook his head no.

With that, Matt wet his lips and began to climb the stairs, his right hand resting on bone grip of his revolver, which was still in the holster. Sam held his shotgun tightly, and ready to use. They reached the landing at the top and carefully made their way along until they reached door number five. "Remember, I want them alive, especially Jared," he cautioned Sam who was also eager to see the men face a trial and get what punishment they sorely deserved.

Matt pulled his gun from his holster and centred himself at the door. With one mighty kick, the door blew open into the room catching Jared, Len and William off guard. Jared stood in the middle of the room holding the whiskey bottle while the other two men stood slightly on either side – all of them had their hands hovering over their guns.

"Drop your guns to the floor," Matt ordered.

Neither man complied so Matt issued another order, "I said drop them!" His eyes shifted quickly between the men.

Len Wilson began to unbuckle his gun belt, but in a split second reached for his gun. Matt was fast and fired a single shot hitting the gunman in the upper chest. Wilson's body slammed against the wall and his back arched as hr clutched at his chest. Slowly his legs gave away to his weight and buckled beneath him. His body slumped to the floor.

Matt's gun was quickly refocused on Jared; and slowly Baker unstrapped his gun belt lowering it to the floor, "There must be some mistake," he chuckled.

"The mistake was all yours Baker," Matt growled as he stepped further into the room.

"We're just passing through here. I can't imagine why you are being so hostile," Jared snorted.

Matt's jowls flexed, "How about the rape of a woman from Dodge? Does that ring any bells?" he snarled.

Jared wet his lips, "Oh, her. Yeah, she was a fine woman," he smiled at Matt.

Matt's eyes grew black as he walked two steps further into the room and backhanded his right fist across Jared's jaw, sending him flying into the corner of the room. Jared scrambled to his feet, holding his bloodied lip, "Now, marshal. There must be some misunderstanding," he said as he walked back toward Matt.

"The only mistake that was made was by you," Matt growled.

Jared Baker's eyes narrowed as he inched toward his gun belt, "You are the one that has made the mistake. We've been here a whole week, right, Will?"

Mathias nodded as he watched the shotgun that Sam Noonan had aimed on him, "Yeah…a whole week," he repeated.

Matt walked even closer to Jared, "You're under arrest," he said as he shoved his gun up under Baker's chin, "And you will be lucky if my finger doesn't itch and I don't pull this trigger," he said into Baker's ear in a hushed voice. The one and only time Baker could remember being slightly frightened was right now. His eyes narrowed at the marshal, "This isn't over yet," he sneered.

The heated blood that coursed through Matt's veins wanted to kill Baker there and now but his badge held him back. Now he had to get Baker back to Dodge, but two men were still unaccounted for.