You the one who was attacked by the grizzly?

I'm the one that survived.

I'd like to buy this man a drink.

What's your name, mister?

[Logan pins the man's hand to the bar with an arrow]

It's Logan. And that's a poison broadhead, which, last I heard, was illegal. Go ahead, ask me where I found it. Ask me.

[in agony]

Where did you find it?

Well, funny you should ask. I pulled it out of the back of a grizzly. Whoever shot it didn't have the wind or the balls to track the animal properly and put it out of its misery. Instead of dropping a lethal dose of the poison, it bled into the bear, made him crazy. Killed five people.

I don't know what you're talking about! Because I don't dip my arrows in anything!

In that case, you got nothing to worry about.