Colm had stepped into the Sheriff's office. [i]Ah, good. He's in.[/i] He listened carefully to the mans' statement, and straightened himself up, as if he was standing in formation. [i]Some things never leave ya, do they, boyo?[/i] "Private Colm MacPherson, formerly of the 88th New York Regiment of The Irish Brigade; also-" He hesitated. He felt himself about to choke on his words, and decided against mentioning having anything to do with General Sherman. "Also, a brief stint on the frontier, sir." [i]There, not really a lie, than, is it?[/i] "Newly arrived, newly retired, and eager to offer my services in light of the current crisis, sir!" He paused, and looked confused as he realized he was saluting, as if he really was speaking to an officer of the army... He forced himself to put his arm down. "If'n y'll accept me help, sir- Sheriff, sir..." He squeezed his eyes shut tight with frustration- [i]Jaysus, Mary 'n Joseph, at least oi've got a couple a good drinks in me, lest the man see me with the shakes...[/i]