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Fiona placed her hand on Noah's cold one. "By the looks of it, Outlaws. He was shot in the chest once, a clear shot that went straight for the heart. By wound size and blood spillage, the ammo was most likely a .31 ball. Which are only shot by a Cooper Pocket Double Action Five-Shot Percussion Revolver. A gun almost always found in the hands of outlaws." She said, standing once more.

I've seen those and truth be told i've been working on solutions against all the older ammunitions even the current ones remember how knights and horses use to be covered in armor and it would stop most projectiles ? well i've got another idea similar that i have done with my wagon, when i finish armor plating the top you will be able to shoot it without killing someone on the other side i've been studying Iron Clads and how thier so damn Invulnerable to make a Land Version"

Fiona side-eyed John. "Well Jimmy, maybe you could cut it with the gun talk. We have a murderer on our hands, possibly more and all you're talking about is this and that about guns! So if you could do me a favor James, maybe... maybe... you just shut it for now."

maybe someday you will get my name right i'm gonna go set up my shop" *he goes to his wagon to look for an unused building a decrepit one he can fix up"

Fiona rolled her eyes before looking back to Tusk. "Looks like Jeffery is out of the game." She said with a smirk and a shrug.

while you two talked he pulled his wagon by hand right by you and true to his words the sides of the wagon looked like an unfinished Iron Clad* "Some times i wish i had a horse but that would ruin the work out he he" *he said as he looked around for a breaking building* "ahh there's one" *he heads towards it*

(( he does things the hard way a lot and it yeilds him a bunch of muscle

Tusk had no idea what this guy was laughing about, there was a murder. "Are you a gun slinger or a comedian John? Set up your shop and leave us to our investigation." Tusk turned to Fiona, "will you assist me in asking around? I want to know who shot Noah... He was only 18."

he was laughing about something else and after getting the building ready enough to park his wagon in he came back saying*

"i know i'm late to help but let me help" *he smiled*

Fiona nodded to Tusk. "I'd be happy to help. And don't worry 'bout Jim over there, probably insane or something." She said with a shrug.

now hold on a second, why do you assume i belong in a mental hospital i may be wierd but i'm not insane"

"There's a dead boy here... And your smiling laughing and carrying on." Tusk scratched his sweaty hair and moved his hand down to scratch the back of his neck. "If you wanna be helpful John, tell Woodrow to start working on a coffin for young Noah here." He looked to Fiona, "I name you temporary Deputy Miss Fiona. We are gonna bring this boys killer to justice..."

Fiona nodded and puffed out her chest proudly. "Temporary Deputy! The biggest achievement in my life." She said with a smirk.

Fine, i wasn't laughing about the boy though your argument proves nothing" *he said as he went to the coffin guy*

John's words meant nothing, he was still doing what Tusk asked and that all that mattered. "Don't you turn into smiles the clown on me too Fiona, last deputy I had an unpleasant death thanks to the Shadorian Tribe." Tusk signaled for her to follow as they asked around for clues. After a little time they found Carl Carlson, "Never trust a man with the same name twice, what do you know about the murder of Noah the Barkeep? Barely eighteen that one, dead too soon??"

Fiona nodded and continued to follow Tusk around as they asked questions, when they found CAAARL, (Sorry, llamas in hats flashbacks) She would stand over Tusk's shoulder, studying Carlson's every move and every word.

once he had the job done and it was being worked on john came back* "you know you wanna find out how to tell who did it ? you need a blood hound and some chasing, i happen to have the solution to not having a dog nose a special powder that when mixed with blood and scent it glows to follow the Weakest Scent in object in this case it will find whoever shot that boy

Fiona looked to John with blank, unimpressed eyes. "Y'know y'all just sound even more crazy than you did before?" She asked, crossing her arms.

Sheriff Tusk
While Fiona kept John out of his interrogation he continued to question Carlson, "The Rocky Rider Bandits you say? How do I know your not just making that up to get me to release you??"

Carl Carlson
"I wouldn't lie to you sheriff," he slowly reached for his gun...

Sheriff Tusk
The sheriff saw this and did nothing... Fiona and John were distracted as well.

As Fiona spoke with John, she kept her ears sharp and focused mostly on the conversation between Carl and Tusk. Though still being able to converse with John.

Tusk
Tusk watched Carl draw his weapon flip it and hand it to Tusk, looking at the weapon the sheriff smiled. "You used to be one of them? The Rocky Mountain Riders... But you are turning them in to me? Why?"

Carl Carlson
"If they know I helped you I'll get shot, if I don't help you I'll hang... It's just a preference of demise..."