[@Sombrero][@thewizardguy]

The Kid quietly followed the man into the gore splattered patch of corn and looked mournfully down at the bodies. "This wasn't a fight." He said, walking around to get a different angle on the girl and whatever poor family member lay beside her. If this had been any kind of struggle the corn would be broken. Somebody had come upon this poor thing and murdered her, the small mercy being it was probably over quickly. Sick bastard.

Then there was the other body, the one covered in those mushrooms, then around at the gore coating the corn. The thought of fungus on the corn made him uneasy. "We need to burn this." He said, looking around to see if there was any sort of disturbances left behind. Broken stalks, holes in the gore coating, boot prints. Anything that would indicate whether someone had been through here and which direction they had run off in. "They have any hard liqueur in the house?"