Re: 6.3.1: Shanghai Afternoon ((James Wilder))
Maddox looks from Don's impression of the locals, as a citizen of the Union, to Wilder, a citizen of a Confederacy that allowed bounties to be paid on natives by the skin. "If you're going to take him to Europe, good luck to you, but how exactly would you be planning on that? Hang around here, Custer gets him, either lets him go or can't resist making a circus of a trial himself, keeping Carter here around until his pals hit the other side of town to spring him 'case he brings the army on them - a great reason for them all to rush into Sioux territory and start a bloody war with those aboriginals who've been piling guns for months, that would be. Fine reason for them on the warpath to swoop in behind and hit Deadwood, too. How many people do you want to die?"
He shakes his head, too tired and not sober enough to deal with this. "We're not just stringing him up, see you - not that we have a Marshal at the moment, you might have noticed - we're getting information to make the hills safe, which will also leave me enough to eat for a while without going savage my own self, and I'm taking all burden of paperwork to make sure it is traceable, legal, and raises no legends. You talk to me, see you, they'll have no reason to keep you waiting to meet your master," he adds to Carter.
"How is it that scalping this bastard gets up your nose so much, but you were happy to let him run off to rape and murder as he liked, and shoot other people into the bargain? I'm not happy that I haven't got the time or funds to drag him to Laramie, see you, but what exactly do you want and where are you going?" Maddox throws Lonefeather a helpless look, absoloutely out of ideas.
[[incidentally, so am I. Maddox doesn't want to do things this way, but doesn't see a workable alternative right now/is too tired to fight Carter off the DMA and lose face with people he might need sweet to keep the peace later. Even a white hat doesn't stay entirely clean in Deadwood.]]