- Jaron and Glenn
The older gentlemen let out a wheezy laugh as he sat with them, the jovial attitude in the bar still surrounding them. 
"Ya think a codger like me would try ta swindle two fellas with irons on their hips? Boy, where you think this is, Taurus?!" He laughed some more, banging the table with a fist before he stopped and briefly scratched his nose. "For pay, i'll just take another round of ale from the bar. Do me that, and i'll show ya this little trinket." From a coat pocket, he drew a piece of crumpled paper and flattened it out on the table. He covered the rest of it with his hands so they could just see the first line.
"Dear Libby." It read. Something Jaron would recognise quickly, the name of the daughter whom had run away with Abner. The old man had some legitimate proof, by the looks of it. 

- Benny
"Ya don't know Freddy Beagle? As in, Lightning News Freddy Beagle, the radio show host?" The waitress asked, clearly confused someone wouldn't know such the name. "They call him the voice of Ravage. He gets musicians to play on his show all the time when he's not spinnin' records. Heck, some of em even get to print records an' sell em if the ratings are high!" She said chipperly, briefly absconding from the table to bring him back a glass with a bottle of the bar's best ale, only asking for 2 Hds and 50 Skls for it. 

- Jack
"Cripes boy, you're so trigger happy it's working it's way into your nerves!" The sheriff joked in an honest fashion. His mustache leveled out with his mouth as they began to speak seriously. "Alright, good to hear. We got a lot of newcomers around today so keep yer eyes peeled just in case we get ourselves a brawl." He advised, tapping his foot slightly. "Now y'keep up the shooting when y'can but don't go putting holes in the windows agin. You know it's hard to replace on short notice." He headed out after that, leaving the deputy to his business. 

- Simon
"Ahh, after that skeeving sunuva black devil, eh?" The bartender scoffed as he got Simon his glass and quickly swiped the money into a trouser pocket. "The man's an utter monster. Attacked a funeral procession and killed the lot of em, what I hear... if it's location you're after, I hear he's up north at the Happy Times Chapel. Place is long since abandoned." He continued, returning to glass polishing behind the bar. 
From the wanted poster, Simon could get a little more perspective on Muldoon. The man was dressed in a black wide brimmed hat and was wearing priestly robes, but he bore a slight white beard and a withered face. Why this guy had the highest bounty on the wall, would be hard to see.