"Excuse me sir, where might I locate the Sheriff," asked a confident Pas?
"Who wants to see him and what for?" The dusty old man did not bother to look up from his work.

While Pas monopolized the mans attention Fox peered over the documents scanning for their usefulness. They contained information regarding the accused Mr. Wendell. Page after page of trumped up charges were strewn across the desk. They ranged from murder to petty theft and back to indecent exposure. This gave him an idea.
Fox quickly interjected, "we also need to speak with the Sheriff regarding the innocent man locked up in the stockade." He crossed his arms across his chest.
"And who, might you, be," Captain Pierce narrowed his gaze on Fox.
"My name is Nam Shamdylynn Esquire and poor Mr. Wendell is my client. That man is innocent and will not hang while under my guidance." Fox, Pas and Groth straightened their backs and puffed out their chests.
Captain Pierce thought for a moment about the situation laid out before him. Neither of these gentlemen appeared to be formerly trained as a solicitor let alone educated to any level. As he spoke more in depth with Mr. Shamdylynn it appeared that he had a case and had done his due diligence. The fact that they just protected an incoming caravan assisted the bluff greatly. Captain Pierce took them up to have court with the Sheriff of Brownsville.
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