All three men were branishing doubled sided 3 nickle plated six shooters.

The Sheriff placed his hand on his side arm, approached them and look them square in the eye. “Good morining to ya.”

“I reckoned you all are Billy Pinkerton brothers.”

“We reckoned Sheriff your right, we got word Billy is going to trail for murder.” “We also got word it was in self defense.!”

“Well boys, the law will decide that.”

“You gentlemen must keep the order in this town while ya’ll are visiting, you hear now?”

The Shariff walk back to the jail with two of his deputy’s at his side both caring long rang riffles.

“Sure Sheriff, we will be in to see our brother!!”

The towns people started whispering about the cold and dead eyes of the brothers. Specualtion that they had no souls due to killing so much.

The brothers went to check in at the towns hotel, The women of questionable behavior did not waste anytime grabbing their arms.

“Whats your name, you pretty little thing?”