The snow, the cold, the beating winter that Mathis was bearing down upon its new citizens didn't seem to have any deterring effect on the Marshal or his insatiable curiosity about the chasm that had opened up in town. Maybe it was because of how it unsettled him while he was close, leaving his skin pricking in gooseflesh.

Tonight though, something else caught his eye. Another figure across the way, dancing in the trees.

"AIN'T GOTTA HIDE YA KNOW," he called, southern accent deepening with a drawl as he projected his voice. "WE ONLY GOT QUESTIONS." Who knows. Maybe it'd work.