The barman glances from one to the other, then down at the paper and shakes his head. "Can't do it." he replies. "The ones that got killed, they lived on ranches outside of town. A few miles out." His hand gestured in a wave that took in maybe a 90 degree arc. "Out thataways."<br/><br/>The telegram, as is their want, has few words on it. "Several attacks. Four killed. Send lawman."<br/><br/>((OOC - The livery stable is just across from the saloon, so stabling horses is only a minute or twos work. The stable seems deserted.))