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[cowboycrap]

Alright yall enough doodling around. It's nightfall in Alderwood, so grab yourself a hotel room, you can either opt for the snazzy spacious 5 star in the high class end of town or one of the less financially debilitating rooms on the second floor of the inn/pub, but expect to hear a lot of hooker noises and drunken cowboys from downstairs. You get what you pay for.

You ought to grab yourself a bounty poster and decide on a plan of action so that you have direction for your adventures tomorrow, because the Sheriff seems like he's not gonna stand for you taking advantage of their kindness if you're not going to hold up your end of the bargain.

There are four main bounties posted in the courthouse, but they're scattered about the town on posters, too. There's Dewie Martin, the highest paying bounty, Earl Johnson, Janna Turner and Billy Turner. There are other, lesser bounties, but those seem to be the four the Sheriff's really pushing for.

[Mission: rest up, youre going bounty hunting tomorrow morning]

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[marlboroman]

Who's the folk?

[quirks a wry smile at him. no one around here says that.]

[ties his horse up to a hitching post and pops the brim of his hat up a little in acquiescence]

If you're buyin I ain't sayin no. Y'do owe me.

[dices]

[ he's not playing introductory man character, so he just tilts his head to the saloon and goes order some beers for them ]

[slowparanoia]

[ flicks the cigarette somewhere before following nick inside and holds one of the flapping doors still for the stranger. ]

And what did he do to you? Another accident with horses?

He ain't very good with those.

[marlboroman]

Ain't very good with guns neither as it turns out.

[crushes cigarette out under boot as he makes to follow them into saloon, tipping hat at him in thanks for the chivalry. how kind.]

[dices]

[ I MOVE SHIT WITH MY MIND SHUT UP YOU STUPID COWBOYS :'(

crosses arms on the counter, grabbing his beer and points to jesse ]

So, if you're from around here, you know something about these bounties, right? What can you tell us?

[slowparanoia]

[ well now he's wondering how nick's still alive. if you can't ride a horse or shoot you're pretty much a dead man walking. ]

Bounties?

[ looks at raylan like is this boy for real. ]

The hell! With the skills I've just witnessed I'd say you have no business in the bounty business.

[marlboroman]

[leans on bar on other side of nick and raps knuckles for a shot]

Ain't no place for us to dictate how a man intends himself to die.

[dices]

[ looks at both of them like :|
do you see his size. seriously. look at him. ]

That's hilarious. [ rolls his eyes ] You're always this nice to the guy that's paying?

[slowparanoia]

Your own mistake for offerin to do that.

[ yeah he sees his size alright. it's gonna be one big coffin. casually leans against the counter. ]

So what's with bounties, kid? You're aimin to become the next town deputy?

[marlboroman]

Struck a deal with the Sheriff, I'm afraid.

[nick how does it feel to be sandwiched in between two leaning cowboys]

Clean up your record if you clean up their town, am I right?

[dices]

Ha ha, I guess. [ shrugs in good nature and takes a swing of the beer

it feels gay. but at least i don't have angel herpes ]

Yeah, exactly. We get off the hook if we fish in some criminal. [ slides a hand into his back pocket and pulls out a folded poster. it's the earl johnson one. slides it over to him ] Grabbed this one.

[slowparanoia]

[ grabs the poster and holds it up in the dim lighting so he can read it. pokes the paper with his finger. you may notice he's missing a part of his middle finger in his left hand. ]

My, that's somethin you got there. Earl Johnson.

Mean son of a bitch.

[ in fact has never heard of him. ]

[marlboroman]

You think so?

[leans heavier on his elbow to see him across nick, smiling in a mixture of disbelief and mocking. you don't know a damn thing you faker]

[dices]

[ now he's just assing it. he frowns and looks at raylan, mimicking jesse's earlier expression of "is this shit for real" before turning to him. he's not a lie detector but come on he was a con man he knows a blatant lie when he hears one ]

Yeah? Know the guy?

[slowparanoia]

[ breathes through his open mouth and stares at them both. there's something like a frozen smile on his face. it should make you feel quite uneasy. with slow movements he takes off his hat and sets it on the counter. ]

... No, never heard of him.

[slowparanoia]

[ suddenly he bursts into a loud laugh. it's cold and thoroughly fake but he's making such a big deal out of it that you might take it for a real laugh for a second. it's disturbing really. ]

Earl Johnson! HA-HA! Who the hell is that? I ask you, who the hell is that?!

[cowboycrap]

Mister James, if'n you wouldn't scare my patrons away with your penchant for theatrics.

[side eyeing him from across the bar, a towel over his shoulder as he pours himself a drink]

What y'all want to know about Earl? If I never see that yellow-bellied, slimy good for nothing scammer around these parts it'll be too soon. Too soon.

[marlboroman]

[lmfao just watches him have his little episode with a slow nod. ignores the owner in favor of cracking into a wary smile. this guy is fucking nuts.]

[dices]

[ LMFAO HOLY SHIT
leans back and makes a sort of what the fuck but this is funny face and looks at him then back at the patron

guess that worked ]

He's got a bounty on his head for some reason other than being a [ wavy hand ] yellow-bellied slimy good for nothing?

[slowparanoia]

[ keeps a close eye on their reactions as he slowly quiets down. slams his hand on the counter in a friendly and manly fashion but it comes off as if he's overacting. ]

Clarence, you tell this kid all you know bout that Earl! Be helpful for once in your life.

[ apparently nick wants to get himself killed. it's all very amusing to him. ]

[cowboycrap]

Now you simmer down before I have your ass hauled out of my establishment, you hear me? You remember the last time you kicked up a fuss, you damn drunk.

[waves the glass at him in a familiar way and turns to nick]

He's known round these parts. Used to come around peddlin a miracle cure, that lying sack of horse shit. Swore up and down it'd do all kinds of good for you for "Only a dollar per bottle!" O'course it wouldn't do you no good to only get the one bottle, you see, you had to have a steady supply, rest of your life. Nothin but a two-bit snake oil salesman.

[marlboroman]

[looks between the gentlemen with an air of amusement. he's not particularly interested in bounty hunting, but he'll listen for anything that might interest him. he's more concerned about the lunatic they're sharing a beer with than a run down scammer]

[dices]

[ well at least he doesn't sound dangerous?? nods along the barkeep's words and takes another sip of his beer, letting raylan handle the crazy drunk that's apparently very good with horses ]

Any known whereabouts?

[slowparanoia]

[ someone probably died during that fuss because you don't kick jesse around without consequences. follows the story with his mouth half-open as if he froze in fascination, looking like he might start laughing again any minute now. ]

[ he might not appear so but he knows you're watching raylan. he knows. ]

[cowboycrap]

None so much as I know.

[tosses his drink back and sets the empty glass down. he fills up their drinks again]

On the house, boys. You oughta need it if you're heading bounties. Messy business. The scamming, y'see, that's just what got him his piss poor reputation. It's the company he keeps that's earned him a bounty the likes of what he has. Dewie Martin, that murdering sack of shit, crazier than a run over coon and mean enough to eat off the same plate with a snake to boot. They're what you call birds of a feather.