A brutish looking man, experienced bounty hunter and former sheriff steps forward. He spits his chewing tobacco in the nearest puddle and clears his throat.
Aah’m Butch and ah ain’t gonna sit here gittin mah soul snatched by none o’ y’all.
Butch plants his left foot on top of a tree stump and sticks another piece of tobacco in his mouth.
Ah reckon all y’all don’t start killin’ people with no reasin, alright? Ah’ll be over yonder if y’all need me.
Butch stomps off into the distance and starts working a piece of wood with his field knife.