Baker frowned at the response of the man. He seemed to be wrapped up in his own little world. Either that or he was just a cold blooded professional. Baker wasn't the most cultured man himself but he knew that when someone asked for your name it was courtesy to give it before you went into a series of questions. 

When he asked about Briar's gang, Baker did stop to think for a moment. He didn't really know much about them other than the basics. They had been raiding isolated settlements for awhile and slowly making their way up to larger time crime. Their murder of the Sheriff had been the breaking point, it was to show Solomon that they weren't messing around anymore. The killing of those outlaws back in the saloon was probably going to have consequences, not that Baker minded too much. If it got Briar to come into town himself and face him, he was fine by that.

[color=9e0b0f]"The real law is dead, murdered by Briar."[/color] Baker said simply. He crossed his arms and gave the man a quick look over. He seemed like bounty hunter or drifter material. Not the type of person that formed connections with people for longer than convenience's sake. 

[color=9e0b0f]"I'll ask again, who are you? Why are you here? Are you an outlaw taking your picking or someone else?" [/color]Baker said.
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