"Well accourse, Sir." Moses shrugged, as if his order was not a mere task, but a fundamental fact of life. Almost (but not quite, as that could push it over the edge to sarcasm) incredulous of the idea that there could be any reason he wouldn't go and set things straight with the posse.

Moses often found that authority figures outside the military liked that kind of acceptance. He thought perhaps it made them feel safe, feel like Moses was as loyal as a dog, and, if he was particularly lucky, as stupid as one too. Moses always felt equally safe, keeping expectations low and all that. Nobody expects a dog to counter a cunning plan. Nobody expects a dog to stop an operation it's too dumb to understand. In a new place like this, being dumb and short-spoken is the name of the game... Everyone trusts a dog.

Without another word, he swept his hat back up onto his head, turned around, and walked out the door, closing it quietly behind him. At best, he was on uneasy terms with the crass old bear in that jailhouse. But it could have gone worse. Much worse. As he strolled in the Inn's general direction, he grumbled something incomprehensible, which was either an attempt to dislodge stray phlegm or stifle the sudden unusual urge to think out loud. Or neither, perhaps. But there were a few things he needed before heading off into the wastes up north, and the first things he needed were the rest of his guns. Especially if he was going to head off into the wilderness with that stinking lynch mob, and especially if that place was populated with an angry band of braves...

And, luckily, the business was done without issue. Guns retrieved and horse lead behind him, he greeted the mob in a firm but cordial manner, his deep, raspy voice carrying throughout the crowd without need for overwhelming volume.

"Alright then, fellas." Moses began, eyeing the crowd contemplatively, "Sheriff sent me over te organize this posse here. Anyone got an idea how far North this wreck is? Who's involved? We're gonna need guns and we're gonna need supplies t'be able to travel, and to hunt down whoever did this. We got eithera'those things?"