"I'm a farmer, same as everyone else. I haven't checked many of the farms because at my age I can basically walk to one and back per day. I sometimes here loud noises in the night but i can't see anything. I find holes in the fields the next day. I've no idea what they're for."
Jones turns noticeably pale (well paler)
"They...disguised themselves as my family. Pretended to be my wife and sons. It was as cruel a joke as any I can imagine. What's left of them I burned."
Jones: "Well that solves one mystery at least. I know who your families murderers are, and I know why they aren't coming here. But we aren't exactly safe either, and I'm not sure I currently have means to fight what's lurking nearby. Our options are risk a night ambush, or hole up here till daylight, hope the horses make it, and then ride like hell."