"None," Scott admitted, "but I've got patrols out."
"I've got another battalion upstairs," Mosby remarked, jabbing toward the stars with his thumb, "and the rest of the regiment on the way.
"You know this town. Tell me how you want them distributed."
"I'd like to." Scott meditated a moment. "But, I can't. I can't even swear them in. They're Federal troops."
"I've just declared martial law," Governor Willoughby emerged from the shadows.
"Thanks, sir." Scott looked like a man with a weight taken from his shoulders. "We'll need cars, of course."
"But we can stop them on the streets. Then have our men drive them home. With your help, General Mosby, we can cover this town like a blanket."
But the blanket was too late to stop the second murder.
The report came in after they had talked to Dalton.