Wyatt smirked watching Grizzly and taking in first the tension of his spotting the sheriff then his flashy if effective gun play and just the trace of a scar down his cheek,  "Grizzly hmmmm..." he murmured to himself remembering the poster he'd seen in the last town, "law seldom gets much right..." he breathed shaking his head, lucky for the man he wasn't hard up at the moment or things might have gotten ugly in the saloon but Wyatt just smiled to himself though the expression didn't extend to his cold sharp eyes as he moved across the room to a seat and sat down stretching out before drawing his knife and starting to pick the dirt from beneath his nails, one thing he didn't like about his lifestyle was the ammount of work it took to stay clean, though it was a very minor detail considering how much he enjoyed all other aspects.  "hope there's a decent laundry and barber in town." he said to himself as he constructed a mental inventory of tasks he would have to take care of to get settled in.