Jonas
Leonora was still stiff from the train. She'd disembarked and asked the porter for directions to the sheriff's office. She showed up early in the evening, baggage in tow; it wasn't like she'd brought a whole lot with her anyway. The walk had done her good and her muscles had eased slightly. She'd sleep well tonight.
She knocked on the door frame then entered the outer office.
"Evenin'," she said. "Forgive the intrusion but I'm lookin' for the sheriff?"