Meytir lowered his guns after the Drifter pushed his aiming arm downward and the rest followed. As she spoke her words of wisdom he replied subtlety,<strong>"Wilson er not, yer not the only one who has seen hardships miss."</strong>there was no intention of a threat but more so point out he could handle himself around a gun quite well. When the bartender lowered his shotgun and said he should drop the sheriff role he scoffed at him in return,<strong>"I dun give two shits bout yer problems here bartender, but I ave a good nough mind on my shoulders to not kill innocents." </strong>Meytir holstered his guns once more as the red haired gunman walked into the saloon calming he was "Best in the West."<em>I've just bout had nough of this Best in the West shit fer one day,</em>Meytir thought to himself as he looked over to him.<br/><br/>In a flash the gunman unleashed a barrage of munitions  into various others, Meytir was able to trace a few of the shots as they flew past but not all of them. The gunman was definitely fast he would give him that but what impressed him most was he took them all out with one gun, a Wilson no doubt. The men fell over dead instantly as Meytir looked at the bartender with a smug look,<strong>"Yer turn to clean them up."</strong>he spoke as he tilted his head towards the bodies and picked up his jacket once more to finish cleaning it.<br/><br/>Meytir kept his eyes on the red haired gunman as he attempted to coerce the thief, Apryl, into blowing the smoke off his gun although she didn't buy it. He continued to watch silently as the man grabbed the two women perversely and conversed with Lady and the twins. Meytir couldn't hear their words but obviously he pissed them off enough to the point they would proceed to torture him as he was laid out on the table.  The need to assist him was minuscule at best if he truly was whom he claimed to be Meytir figured he would be able to get out himself.