Nelson winces and speaks "Kay, *Gary*, they must've had a reason to chase you in the first place. Sheriff'll have none of that goin' around here. Why were they chasing you then?"
Nelson closes in on Gary, moving closer. He holsters the gun as well, but makes sure to keep his shooting hand close to it.

"Because, if for some odd reason your a crazy or something, The Sheriff will want a word with you. " Nelson tilted his head slightly, giving Gary a cold look, and searching him over. Nelson isn't terribly perceptive, but anything that isn't hidden well could be seen.

(I'll use underlines when I try something on a RPer, just let me know if it succeeds or fails, and to what extent. In this case, Nelson is looking over Gary for any hidden weapons. He isn't exceedingly good, but he's not bad. Just a little above average.)

He was 5'4'' and Chinese his tank top and weather beaten pair of jeans were soaked. The knapsack hanging onto his scrawny shoulders was there by mere threads. A 10mm pistol was attached to an over the shoulder holster on his right and a hunting knife was strapped to his left arm handle pointed down, his exposed arms were dotted randomly with small circular white scars standing out glaringly with his black hair and burned brown skin. His name was Tam. He was currently walking as though his feet each weighted several times they should.
The knapsack made an odd noise and shifted when the sounds of an explosion hit, Tam groaned too tired to swear at the source of his problems or care if he was going to be killed in the next few minutes, brushing past a man at the door of the bar who seemed to be sticking only his head in for some odd reason he muttered an apology as he passed and his shoulder brushed the man.
Proceeding to the first open seat he could find and disregarding all the questioning stares he got he deposited his bag on the floor below him with the mechanical grace of ingrained movement, Tam then passed out and snored lightly in his chair while his knapsack sneezed. Oddly no one had seen this man enter the town and he had come to the bar from the direction of the water wheel.

He sat slouched in the bar by himself and noticeably watched the entire unfolding. He was browsing though a guide to hunting, Zak then took out a .202 semi automatic hunting rifle and then an Thompson submachine gun and then he slowly canniballized parts from other rifles and sub machine guns. He stared though his orange tinted snowboarding goggles. I wonder what'll happen next?