The sun was setting on the world as two horses and a small cart, attached to one of the horses, trotted along a dirt road. A roadsign read, "Brogden" then below it, "Population 300".

"Exactly three hundred? Certainly someone was properly bored when they went about surveying? Can't be that perfect... Oh well. That's our next stop, right love?" Roy was on vacation and so, he had a tour guide. More of the guide half than the 'tour' part. Her name was Jenny Oswald, a woman who appeared to be in her forties and clearly was born in this part of the nation.

"Yep. We are gonna head on over thata way see if youse want ta stay there tonight or tryin' make ours way to Rapid." She had a heavy accent, Evans really couldn't understand her efficiently.

"So, we're probably staying in-" he glanced at the sign, "-Brogden?" She nodded. "Right then. Let's get on our way." They were both on horses, that's a relatively important detail not to be overlooked. He squeezed his heels into the horses sides, gently, and they took off trotting along the road. They'd entered the city-limits, it was still a few minutes before they saw the buildings.

"Welcome yerself to Brogden, I reckon the smallest town in Dakota." It appeared as a regular western town would - dirt roads, incredibly angular buildings made of wood, there was probably some tumbleweed  hiding in the background. The only real difference between this and the rest of the towns he'd visited, was the size. Roy had no issue seeing the other end of town. 

"Well, it is rather late, do you know where I could find a place to sleep, love?" He turned to the woman with him.

"Yer 'ave got to stop callin' me love mister. I knows you're Irish and all, but it just too weird. This way."

"Sorry, but I'm not Irish. I'm British."

"An' I'm not love, am I?"

"Right, apologies." They headed to a building, which looked like the rest of them mind you. They tied their horses outside and Roy entered, not taking notice of anything of interest. There were a few intriguing characters about, but nothing to glance twice at. He rented two rooms for the night. One for him and the other for Miss Oswald. She made her way up to her room, presumably to sleep for the night.

That was about when he saw the man. He was a younger man, younger than roy, at least. He was in his late, no, early twenties and was carrying another man... The other man was leaving a trail of blood behind him. [I]I'd say that it's odd... But, this is America...[/I] The soldier took notice of a woman following from behind the first person. Roy decided to find out where they were taking the, presumably, dead man. He left the inn and began to follow from a distance.