"Yeah, well .. people don't like to be out after dark anymore." replied the barman, before turning in response to the latest arrival. He blanches a little at the direct question, then gives a sigh, pours and drinks a shot of whiskey. That done, he looks around the room. "Suppose I ought to warn you folks too. There's been murders here. Folks homes getting smashed up, and them found hung from an old tree out thataways." His hand gestures off to the right.<br/><br/>"Threehome steads attacked in the last two weeks, four good people dead. We thought it was bandits, but nothing was taken from the houses, far as we could tell. If you folks have any sense you'll ride on in the morning and not look back."