It had been months, wear and tear had really taken it out of poor earl. He had been angry and worn out, frustrated that the leader of one of the gangs kept slipping through his grasp going into the mountains and left the county that he had jurisdiction in and when he asked for permission to hunt his bounty from the local sheriff he'd tell him that he was not allowed because there were rules. But earl knew the rules, protect the outlaws and you get paid handsomely and killing the sheriff would have been such a bother with the law men around the whole area chasing him. His clothing had been torn and worn by bullets and constant movement. So he headed to Jorge's  shop.<br/><br/>Though what he found was a group of people huddled at the door and noises inside. He quickly went through the crowd and scowling at the scene before him as he opened the door and went inside and up to Blythe, pulling his revolver and pressing it against his temple." What I got here is a Smith and Wesson special, forty four caliber and it will make a damn mess out of your head and the fabric in the blood spatters wake." He cocked the hammer and made it clear that he wasn't going to allow the man that he had been buying clothes from ever since his arrival to be hurt." Now.... I don't know if there's a lovers quarrel I don't know about and it ain't my business if you are in an illegal homosexual relationship. But you're going to let my friend and the only one who gets my clothing right down or I'm going to blow your brains out all over the store. Understood?"