Cyrus nodded to the sheriff as he had him hold on to the body. He stood awkwardly for a moment with a little bit of sweat dripping down his back. He sighed and shifted to leaning on different legs, before he heard what the deputy had to say. Cyrus felt a shiver run down his spine, as he gave the man a glare. "No, hell no!" He exclaimed and he dropped the body.

He stared at the sheriff and the deputy as they engaged in conversation over the disappearance. His face seemed to form a glare. It wasn't every day that the evidence of one's kill was just snatched away, and it could mean his bounty pay was forfeit. 

Cyrus stepped over, following the female character who had just appeared on the scene. They were kicking up dust in the streets, making a regular hustle towards the sheriff's office. Cyrus was close behind the Sioux female, as she stepped into the office. They came to the back room he had mentioned, and there he saw it.

There before him was an empty room, with only a few drops of blood. It wasn't nearly enough for the bullet wounds Cyrus had inflicted on the man. "Son of a bitch." He exclaimed, surveying the room. In the thin layer of dust coating the flour, there appeared only one set of footprints leading out of the room that did not belong to the Sioux female. "You've got to be shitting me."

He grimaced and glared at the room, as if it had done him the wrong. "Looks like he just didn't fucking die. I'll have to fucking put him down, again, till he stays down." He grumbled. He hated Westbrook from the moment he had met him, and was in no mood to deal with him still living. He knew a little of his background, having heard that he had been suspected of gruesomely murdering several children in one incident. He never thought he would meet an ex-union soldier who was so psychologically messed up, as he had been alright and he lost all of his family to the war.

The war had taken much of his dreams and aspirations with its loss on the confederate side. He had thought all he needed was his wife and kids, but it had taken them. His father had died so early on in the conflict. Missouri had erupted in fire and blood, and been turned upside down. He had done all he could to move on from it all, but it seemed to continue following him. This time, it was coming after him in the form of a man whom appeared to refuse to stay dead.

[b]FYI: All clues were provided by the GM for me to post.[/b]