Flame Iron

Being the sheriff of a small town you know most of the people living there. One day at the salon you where having a drink. as you relaxed. you see two man, one yelling about something. Your that out law! Its Flame Iron! The other man doesn't budge So I am? I mean no trouble. just here to drink. As he goes back to drinking. the man brags how he was above to turn him in and as the man put his hand on him. The once peaceful man shot him dead. he stands above the body. I hate braggers.