"What if it's a trap John?"  Thomas asked quietly, stepping in time with his friend now.  "For all we know that man could be a Southern Sympathizer.  He could have us down as his next kills and you want to just march up to the man?  We need to be careful."  He shook his head, hunching his shoulders against the cold and ramming his hands deeper into his pockets.  "Ha, home?  If I stay there another night I will loose what little sanity I have left to my Mother's preening."  Thomas made a face of despair and annoyance.  "She wont stop attempting to marry me off."