The sun had gone down hours ago, but we were still riding along the trail, my companion insisted.
But eventually we came by a small cabin, with a man washing a dog out front.
"Well howdy strangers! It's a bit late to be on the trail! Why not rest a while, my wife-"
My companion pulled his gun and fired, killing the man. Three others charged out of the cabin, one at a time, and he shot them in turn.
"What on earth?"
"Most times, that friendly a family, this far out, they're cannibals."
"Most times?"
"More than half, certainly."
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