Two Rivers Isle and you wonder why we're fallin apart

Just a cameo unless someone stops him!

It took him a minute to catch up. It always did. Earp was still clutching that damnable skin, letting it sway and touch the ground every so often in quiet defiance. He was careful not to let Lonesome Dove catch him at it.
He stopped sullenly near her side, slightly behind so that she wouldn't see him glaring daggers at her flank. Then his glare found the ragged looking man. Then it found the territory behind him. Any friend of Lonesome Dove's was bound to be just as nasty as she was, and this one looked like it too, so he didn't spare a second thought for the ugly man. He looked with a dulled interest at what lay ahead.
Knowing he would hear about it later, Earp dropped the pelt in a sudden fit of defiant rage and stalked past the man. He didn't want to hear what they were talking about.