At the mention of an outlaw being present in the room, Archie decided to not touch his drink yet, he'd need to be as sober as he could be to estimate a coffin size. He smiled, that man was as good as dead and he couldn't wait to get to work on another coffin, the state would pay handsomely for this bastard but slowly his smile drooped into a frown, the bounty was dead or alive. He'd make nothing if that man walked out alive. 

At that moment his mind was a flurry of thoughts and planning and scheming and finally it settled on a number, 'This man is wanted for 10,000 dollars...' Archie had come to a conclusion, this man was to be his. Unfortunately had had not brought his gun with him. He looked around then down at his drink, turing to the sheriff he asked her a question, "Miss? Would you mind watching my drink? If I come back and it's here, I'll get you one just like it." he didn't wait for an answer, he knew the sheriff would save it, or at least hoped.

He got off his seat and called over to Rose, "I'll be right back, just forgot my money." he lied but didn't know anything else he could say to excuse him. He stepped out into the early desert evening and began running to his workshop.