The Portal lead him into an outhouse, unfortunately still in use. In this western venue he had managed to stumble upon a man who had pinned the Sheriff's star to his breast. He scrambled desperately to grasp his iron from the belt partnered with a pair of pants on the floor. His fingers had just found purchase on the leather fasten as a fancy leather shoe struck like a dagger into his knuckles. A gross crack filled the outhouse for a moment after, he screamed and found no sound leaving his mouth. Shin had covered it with his hand and held tight. 

Bruises formed quickly on the man's face as his grip was iron. The Sheriff would have cried if he were a lesser man but his constitution was admirable. In a moment he would be dead and in another ten minutes Shin would be adorned with his fancy black duster and broad brimmed black rawhide cap. Not particularly his style but this outfit would shield him from any suspicion, the hat would conceal his mask just enough to blind people from his strange manner of dress.

He'd forgotten to take the Star from his chest, or maybe he willfully neglected this detail. Maybe the symbolism of an evil sheriff hunting a man literally followed by darkness was irresistable. 

Maybe he just didn't care if people questioned it.

With the setting he couldn't resist preparing himself before hand, something he hasn't played with in centuries. Literal centuries. The Black Staff formed in his left hand this time, despite his left being dominant he normally formed it in his right. Note, he was doing this as he walked through the dusty road. A black gun grew in his hand, little details were obviously ignored due to their superfluous nature in this particular weapon. After it formed, Shin realized his staff had begun to move against his will. 

Not a good sign.

It was an extension of his will, if it moved against him there was an issue somewhere. He'd identify the issue after he got the weapon, but right now he needed to keep it reigned in. After a moment of struggling with it, he managed to get it to stop. It had enveloped his entire left hand and forearm, the gun was fused with the mass on his arm. He flexed his fingers and made sure to check that he could in fact use it to its full ability. After another few moments he found it fully functional, but he could not retract the arm into the body. 

Shin would have been panicked if he weren't so dead set on his objective. After his preparations were complete, Shin moved towards the center of town. Sundown was upon him and he was upon the end of the road. The sun beat at his back and he stared down the dusty trail. The Tired Old Gun was here, he was fully aware of his presence. Now all he needed to do was summon him. "Jonah!" His voice echoed in the crimson tinted corridors and streets of the small Western American vista. "I've come for you, I've come to put you in a grave!"

With his challenge still floating in the air, Shin waited.