Earl noticed the man leave in a drunken stupor, he didn't think anything of it though because really it was common and none of his damn business. But he always seemed to be ok with the man's company and as the undertaker took the body away, he drank slowly and kept an eye on the sheriff as he took witness accounts which all pointed to him defending himself. Sure if it was some nobody, they would have buried him in a combination of lies that made him guilty of murder out of fear of the gang, but he was known as El Diablo in these parts and had been known to kill many of men. So as he slammed down the drinks and them slowly drank his first beer with a smile at the warmth of the hard buzz that coarsed through his  body, he felt the sheriff pat him on the shoulder and tell him to have a nice day." You too sheriff, see ya come morn for the next job." The sheriff responded to this by saying all work and no play would make Earl a dull boy. Earl grinned and sipped his beer, laughing at the sheriff as he offered to get earl a hooker." No thanks sheriff.... I just need me and my thoughts for the fun part.... a ranch, some cattle and a healthy retirement."