"Alright then," he sighed. "I tried that the polite way. I heard you talking at the bar - I know you at least know what I'm saying. It takes something to be ready to take on half a saloon bare handed. I must admit I admire the attempt. And if you are that sort of person - brave enough to face down some hick assholes - then I am interested in knowing you, and interested in tearing this," he made the folded up warrant reappear from his pocket, "up and leaving it in the dust. But that's up to you."