That'd be her. Said she got a caller the other night. A Marshall Thornburry, who took off claiming he was goin' to see his kin when she turned the talk to outlaws.
[Prefect reached for a pad on his desk, and began to read the account that Mrs Pearson had given him:]
Dark hair, mustache. Good clothes, but well worn in. She said he had a Marshals badge, but it was old, and pretty worn in too. Nice set of spurs, big old gun, and his horse was dark brown.
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Date: 2011-05-18 08:24 pm (UTC)[Prefect reached for a pad on his desk, and began to read the account that Mrs Pearson had given him:]
Dark hair, mustache. Good clothes, but well worn in. She said he had a Marshals badge, but it was old, and pretty worn in too. Nice set of spurs, big old gun, and his horse was dark brown.
[This read, he glanced back up to Dick.]
This ring any bells with you?