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[center][h1]The Sheriff from Hell, An Old [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tN875A3Bj8]Dog of War[/url][/h1][/center]
[center]Location: Oakley Saloon
Interacting with:[@Vas Khaleen]; Possibly [@ONL], [@DepressedSoviet] or [@bluetommy2][/center]

[color=tan]"Well I do.."[/color] he spoke up to answer her comment about offense. Hawthorne put back another shot before glancing back at the doors of the place, watching as some new people entered. His eyes squinted at the first one. A native [@bluetommy2] who seemed to be dressed fairly well compared for being a injun. [@DepressedSoviet] Soon enough a second who he didn't pay much mind to, despite the brogue in his voice and finally [@ONL]-

[color=tan]"Guess they found a sheriff. I better still get paid for this."[/color]

"Horsepiss you ain't getting shi- sonova - urgghhh" A second slam of the head on the counter by Hawthorne. He went to take another swig but stopped and looked at the wrapped up man.

[color=tan]"Ya just dun know when to shut it, do ya?"[/color] Hawthorne turned to face the woman again. Johnny Reb...Haven't heard that in a while.

[color=tan]"Yes I was and I didn't serve no division."[/color] He clicked his tongue and glanced over at her, his voice a bit more stern than before. Having an idea of what was to follow he continued.

[color=tan]"I rode under Quantrill and Anderson and his fellas. The lot'o them got sand, but they were always on the shoot and they always found it....They always found it."[/color] He bit the inside of mouth as his voice muffled a bit as he put back his final shot for now.

[color=tan]"After Lawrence I decided I was done with the war."[/color] The man he captured looked wide-eyed before speaking up. Sadly, his words would come too loud and most of the saloon stopped and turned to face him.

"Wait...I know you...Now I remember you! You're the Bloodhound of Quantrill's Raiders! Jonah Hawthorne, right? I watched you-" Hawthorne shot a glare at Jesse, his capture, and drew his revolver from under his duster and with a [I]click[/I] he cocked back the hammer. The S&W stayed underneath the duster to remain discreet but that famous revolver click was still as audible as ever.

[color=tan]"I reckon you shut yer pie-hole before I put a bullet through, got it?"[/color] His cold steely eyes spoke more than the steady hand the gun held did. After the man swallowed hard he placed the hammer back to its original place and slipped it back in its holster and turned back to the lady.

[color=tan]"Some damn bullshit ..."[/color] Hawthorne mumbled as he wiped the hole in his mouth clean before lighting the cigar that rested in his mouth. [i]There goes a new start.[/i]