Dustin nodded to the stranger. Another native, one she had not seen before. She should be sorry that his first impression of their town was so gruesome. But she was not. It was better that he saw the truth early on.

She accepted his help. "Yeah, they would not, but the barkeep will pay us in whiskey." When the last of the bodies were moved she brushed the dry blood from her hands. 

She was not sure what to say to the man. She would have left him to his business, but, there was something about him that reminded her of home. She had not felt that in a long time. She had forgotten how much she yearned to return to a place that no longer existed.

Funny how things that weren't real had so much power. 

"You just get here today?" She asked casually. "I'm Dustin. Tracker mostly. You know your way around yet?"