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MacGregor with a roll of the "R"! If there was ever
an individual that Marshal Crown depended on more than anyone
else, in most every situation, then it was the hot blooded, barley
and brew loving, stiff-jawed, Scotsman named MacGregor.
Although they became good friends, and MacGregor a part-time deputy, their original acquaintance with one another got off to an explosive start. While guiding a group of prisoners across a street to the Cimarron Jail, Crown was surprisingly interrupted when the face of the jail exploded into the town's main street. Out of the smoke and the rubble came a wild-eyed figure, chattering and rambling on about the contents of a liquid, of which he held in a beaker in his right hand. Anticipating at first that the explosion was a jail-break, Crown was amused to find that MacGregor had only blew up the liquor still that he kept in the cell of the town jail. Prior to this incident, MacGregor had been locked up for the accused crime of "horse stealing", but in reality, he had only stolen a bag of barley in order to make his home made brew.
At one point, this wandering Scotsman was a sort of partner/helper to Dulcey's father, English Charley, who was the original owner of the Wayfarers Inn. This establishment was know to have "The Pinkest, Prettiest, Plumpest Girls in Town". But after English Charley's untimely death, the inn was left abandon.
Though he was a tough and dependable individual, MacGregor at times fell victim to trouble. Be it losing a prisoner, getting shot, being knocked out, or walking into a bad situation, MacGregor had the unfortunate knack of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
A hot-tempered and excitable Scotsman was MacGregor? Yes, but in a jam, Crown could have not asked for a more devout and reliable friend. Always available and always duty-bound, MacGregor stood faithful in every situation. He was also a person that had a lot of compassion, never putting his own needs above the needs of others, but above all MacGregor was a man with a heart of gold.