The marshal regarded the Baron coolly from beneath the brim of his black hat.
"If there's a dispute between you and the law, then let's get a judge. Know a fella over in
Brisco County, can be here in a few days."
"I see." The gravity of the man's baritone indicated a true understanding. "Bandit- or robber baron- and his gang try to muscle in on a town.
I've heard this song and dance before."
The man in black nodded. "You can call me Chris, or Marshal Adams, if you need to stand on formality." He stood commandingly, hands resting on his hips near his guns. "Can't say I approve of the method of resolution here," his tone was chastising to both men, "but we'll see that these hired guns are taken out."
His steely gaze roamed across the town's Main Street and the ragtag band of people that the Deputy and Baron had summoned forth. "I've worked with worse," he said under his breath.