Bull gaped at the sight before him. Ben stood there, leaning against the doorframe. Bull was a sturdy, big guy but the man in front of him dwarfed him 5 inches.

B: Watcha doing here, buddy?

Bu: Uuuuh....Am a...am at the wrong house. Only noticed after I gots in.

B: Oh, is that what this is? Here I thought you were a burglar. Cause I'm pretty damn sure you got something of mine there.

Bu: Th...th...this old rag? Just found it and took it to trow it away.

B: You really think I'm that stupid? I can see Jessie wiggling inside. 

Bu: Figure of your imagination?

B: My what big words your using there. Now, I suggest you hand her over to me carefully, than get down on your knees with your hands above your head.

Bull knew that going back to the boss empty handed wasn't option so he took his chances with the copper. Sure as wasn't going down without a fight. He dropped the package to ground in an attempt to throw the copper of his game. The moment Ben looked down, Bull took a swing. Ben countered him swiftly with a punch on the nose and to the throat. A second later Bull was on his knees in pain from a kick to the groin. Moments later he was in cuffs.  

B: Dammit, did you have to drop her?

Ben checked on Jessie after untying the cloth. She was unconscious from the fall and bled a little on the side of her head. For the fall alone Ben wanted to kill the son of a bushwacker. He carefully placed Jessie in his pocket after he called in the incident and waited for officers to pick the offender up.

About 30 minutes later, Ben had given his statement. Making sure he wasn't followed, he made his way to his house with a very big detour. Arriving there, Ben took Jessie straight to the livingroom, laid her on a pillow, cleaned the wound on her head and made sure she was covered warm and comfy. hopefully she didn't sustain brain damage.