Felix, lowers his gun and spins it into his holster. He smiles a wide grin of pearly white teeth, and hitches his thumbs into his gunbelt. He looks over at the newly arrived lawmen and smiles again.
Well, Sheriff, that there beastie appears to be a dead beastie. But it's like my Granny Poe used to say, "Cut it 's black heart out boy, for'en its pops up agin and gives yah a kiss."
I'd suggest we do just that, and right quick.