"What, really?" Sam approached his sister in conversation with the younger couple. His shock was beaten out by the girl from a rival farm -- erm, what was her name again? Sarah, Abigail, Jessica? He couldn't remember names or faces for the life of him. "Who chased him off?"

"I'd reckon some no good bandits," Mary leaned into closer to the man's face, "Or was it those damned government 'fficials?"