Wyatt's eyes flashed as they saw Grizzly fingering his gun but he remained still while continuing to pick the dirt from his nails before finally finishing he slipped his knife away and stood heading over to the bar, "I need a room." he told the barman, "of course sir, 3 dollars a night," Wyatt nodded and took out a wad of bills giving the barman several, "that should cover me for at least a week." he said. "y... yes sir," said the flustered barman quickly stuffing the money away not used to seeing so much, "right this way." Wyatt followed heading up the stairs after the barman and going to one of the rooms.