(Within 4 hours of 24 counts as before the end of tomorrow, right?)

It was a long ride to Laredo, but pleasant. Just windy enough to keep the sun from boiling Moses and his fellow travelers. But he probably wouldn't have boiled anyway. Maybe burst into flames. He was far too dry and dusty a man to boil alive. And perhaps his fellows would have burst into flames as well. Had it not been for a barrel of cider in the back,there would have been nothing to drink. aside from riverwater, but Moses insisted that nobody even touch that substance when he was around.

Many quiet days and cold nights passed, conversation swooped by very briefly and very rarely, like a small bird. Moses found himself enjoying the solitude, but the other travelers grew restless. Cards were played, some was won and lost, and over the course of events for that week, it would be safe to assume that positively nothing of any conceivable import transpired. And that was exactly how Moses liked to travel.

When he had finally made it to Laredo one evening, he made his place at the local Inn, renting a room and putting locking up his secondary cavalry guns. In the morning, he need simply get up and follow procedure. Discreetly let the local sheriff know about his position as a Pinkerton agent, maybe have a few drinks, and wait until his help was needed... But that was not at all what happened. The morning was well gone by the time Moses awoke, and when that happened, he awoke not to the crow of the rooster but the cries of a young boy, the swoons of women, and the awkward reactionary mumblings of the general populace.

Naturally, he had to respond as quickly as possible. He got dressed in a hurry, didn't have time for his waistcoat, a fine shirt and some suspenders would have to be enough. He put on his hat, his boots, his belt, holstered his gun and ran outside to see a little blonde boy crying out for help in the street. He had two choices: Take the law into his own hands by helping this boy without documentation or authorization by the police force, or tell the police his business in Laredo wait for the dust to clear. Moses had seen people take the law into their own hands before, and he believed, to some degree, that the more intelligent people who held the law in their proverbial hands, the less likely the law is to die a horrible death of corruption.

Moses turned to the jailhouse, intent on finding the sheriff; the boy would have to wait. There was due process in the matters of Justice.