As they left the store a man ran into them holding Johns arm. "[color=0054a6]Meet me by the stock yard at five and we will talk, I know you have questions[/color]" As quickly as the man had been there, he was gone. "[color=ed1c24]What in the hell was that about[/color]? He asked himself and Thomas. He felt at the hilt of his revolver and got some relief.