Letter to an Outlaw #1

Dear Outlaw,

If I knew your name I would address you properly. Unfortunately-like you are as much a mystery to me as to the Sheriff, who stopped by the house yesterday to inquire as to your whereabouts. What did I tell him? I told him I don't even know his name much less his whereabouts. What do you know about him? he said politely, shifting his belt and then wiping his brow in quite an impolite manner. Having only heard the things I've heard, I said, well, he dresses as a man of business, perhaps an oil-man, as an oil-man would, and he carries a cane and affects a slight limp as a type of disguise in town among the townsfolk, but beware, Sheriff, because underneath his crisp black jacket are two revolvers of different makes and in his hands he holds the tendered will to empty a chamber into a man's vitals should his own vitality be claimed by another.