Hacking rock apart with a pick in the desolate outskirts of any kind of modern civilization can make a person highly attentive to their surroundings, as well as desperate for any sort of talk that might not involve dirt, picks, gold or similar concerns.
So it's with a fairly quick pace that the miners who camp past Shady Lane and in the mountains there, might ask one another about, or report having heard somewhere between 7-12 gunshots last night. Most of those shots were heard within a short period of time. Likely, it wasn't someone out deer-hunting, or they were a damn bad shot.Besides, they were all pistol shots.
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