Walking through the streets he listened to the boy. So the law was dead, and this boy was stepping up. That was a noble statement, one that will lead this boy to an early grave. If things were normal it would be fine. But it was not normal, this town echoed out calling for things unknown by man. This boy was way over his head, So a decision had to be made: Either Bring him in or let him die. He had been doing this to long by himself and things were growing faster then he could control. It was time to let the world of man defend it self, and this boy would have to be the starting point. But telling him would be pointless, he would have to show him. [b][color=ed1c24]"Someone Else."[/color][/b] was all he would say in those regards as he stopped at a building [b]Haversthon Mining Co.[/b] He looked at that building furrowing his brow. The name meant nothing to him, but that didn't stop the odd since of familiarity. 

  He turned back looking at the boy [b][color=ed1c24]"Meet me tonight at the Undertakers. You'll have your answers, just before midnight."[/color][/b] He turned back heading towards the saloon leaving the boy behind. He needed time to prep, get the proper ingredients he would need. He may need to bring more people in though, problem is not many will stand up like the boy did. There was another man of interest to him. An outlaw by the looks of him, sitting in the back of the room and quite, didn't even flinch about what happened. Then there was the Indian woman, tracker. Her there was a chance he could simply tell her, the natives of this land seemed more open to such things they lived more connected with everything. The bartender, well he was already a part. The real question was what side was he on. 

 Walking back into the Saloon he saw the bodies being dragged by the Indian woman. Stopping he looked at her [color=ed1c24][b]"Girl, you're a tracker right.[/b][/color] He paused for pulling out a some money and handing it to her, it was roughly two hundred dollars. [b][color=ed1c24]"That should cover a few weeks. I'll come to you when I need your help.[/color][/b] He said as he walked back to his horse, pulling off the saddlebags before going into the saloon looking a the Bartender he pulled out a gold going set it down sliding it over to him. The bartender looked at it picking it up. There was a bit of surprise on his face once he got a good look at it before he put it in his pocket. At least that confirmed that he was right about him already being involved. Once up in his room he set down his bags as he prepared.