You sit right down here young man and I'll have your breakfast ready in just a minute. As Jacob sat down Mrs Johnston placed a large steaming cup of coffee in front of him. This sure smells good! Jacob wrapped his hands around the cup, embracing it's warmth. Did you have a busy night? No, nothing, as usual. I'm almost ready to resign from the Marshal's Service and look for another job. I feel like I'm going nowhere. Maybe my Father and Mother are right. Maybe I should go back to school and take after Dad. Mrs. Johnston walked over carrying a huge plate of ham and eggs and a large stack of buttered toast. She placed it in front of him and put her hand on his shoulder. Well, I can't speak for the entire town, as for me, I'm glad you and the other Marshal's are here. Before Proibition came in this was a wonderful place to live. Mr. Johnston, rest his soul, said there wasn't anywhere on earth he'd rather live. Now, look what it's become - shootings every day, whiskey peddlers and rum runners and such! Decent people are afraid to leave their homes and walk down the streets. So much local corruption, no wonder the things are like they are. Many folks breathed a sigh of relief when the mayor and town council asked for help from the Marshal's. You just be patient Jacob, things will change in your favor, you'll see. Now, you better eat and get your rest. I always sleep better knowing a real lawman like you is on the job. Jacob looked up and smiled. I have laundry to tend to, so I'll see you at suppertime before you go to work. I'll pack you and Henry your lunches for work. I almost forgot - I'm leaving fo rwork about one-half hour early tonight. Mrs. Johnston turned and smiled. I'll have everything ready earlier then; we can't have a U.S. Marshal going to work on a empty stomach, now can we? Jacob smiled and looked around the kitchen. It reminded him of his Grandmother Katie's kitchen. He wolfed down his breakfast and went upstairs to his room. Jacob set the alarm clock for one hour earlier, then undressed and climbed into bed. It was a dark and dismal day, the cold North wind howling outside of his bedroom. What only seemed like a few hours, the alarm went off. He pulled his clothes on and walking over to the closit took out a old carpet bag. Putting it on the table, he opened a drawer and took out a old and battered pistol case. He reached up on the bookshelf and took down a old hard-bound leather covered book and put it in the bag as well. Going back to the closit he took out a old leather shotgun case and propped it up on the desk. Reaching in the closit a last time he took out a framed picture. Carefully wrapping it up in a old blanket, Jacob picked up everything and headed downstairs. Walking into the parlor he was surprised to see Henry Miller sitting there. Henry smiled at Jacob. What are you doing, moving out? Maybe I can have your room now! No, wise guy, just getting ready to prove a point at work. Remember the bet? I'm going to be forty dollars richer in a little while. Hey, aren't you here early? Henry smiled, Mrs. Johnston called me earlier and invited me to dinner. Boy, I sure wish she had a extra room here. Mrs. Johnston came in. Well boys, ready for your supper? It's just too bad you won't be here when everybody else comes in from work. They really enjoy your company Jacob. They all went into the dining room. Jacob and Henry took their seats and Mrs. Johnston carried in platters of steaming hot food. They bowed their heads and said Grace. Both young men filled their plates and started eating. Mrs. Johnston smiled, looking at them. It does me good to see young men with such good appetites. After filling their plates for a second time, Henry pushed his chair back from the table. Mrs. Johnston, that sure was good. Thanks for inviting me today. You're welcome Henry. Now, don't you think it's time for you two to get going? Somebody's got to uphold law and order around here! Both men laughed and started putting their coats on. Walking to the front door, Jacob stooped down and picked up the carpet bag. Want me to carry anything, Henry asked? Crap!  We almost forgot our lunches! I'll get them, Henry said. He turned and disappeared into the kitchen. Jacob opened the front door and picked up the shotgun case. Henry - I almost forgot - bring my shotgun with you too. It's in the hall closet. Walking out to the car, Jacob looked at the sky. It was a dark and dismal day. dammit!, he murmered. Another crappy night freezing out butts off in the middle of nowhere. He put the carpet bag and shotgun case on the back seat and climbed in the car. Henry appeared moments later carrying a large sack with their lunches in it and Jacob's Model 12 shotgun. Henry put the sack on the back seat and handed Jacob the shotgun. He started the car and let it run for a few minutes. . Looking a Jacob, he asked, are you sure you can pull this off tonight? You mess this up and that big bastard O'Hara is going to pound both of us! Jacob smiled and said, after tonight nobody's going to doubt either one of us. I promise. I sure hope so, Henry said. I don't want to get busted up! Henry pulled out and headed for the police station. It only took ten minutes to get there from Jacob's rooming house. Henry parked the car and they started unloading it. Walking into the building they met a couple of the city police officers. They exchanged greetings and continued to the briefing room. Jacob put the carpet bag and shotgun case on the front table. I'm going for a coffee - want one Jake? Sure, I'll wait here and get everything ready. Opening the bag, Jacob took out the pistol case and book. He placed the book face down and left the pistol case closed. He laid the shotgun case down and left it closed as well.Sitting on the edge of the table, Jacob mused to himself, in just a few minutes I'll show them who the real cowboy is.