Phoenix Maplewood my buddies, they drink liquor; sometimes I'll go along

He spoke like he wore bigger boots than he could fit on his feet.
Earp blinked. It wasn't worth it.
Not worth it.

Earp didn't fancy brawling. He was a man that took oppertunity when it arose. A sly asshole.
He swallowed, taking his gaze fully away from the man.
He grunted softly, lips lifting in disapproval.
And turned to leave the man to his own.

He didn't fancy being hung in the jaws of a wolf like a jackrabbit.