The folks of Sagebrush knew better than to go out at night. People disappear never to be seen alive. Nobody noticed then. 

Bodies are found all the time here, riddled so much lead they're unfit for coyote meat. We could only gave them a proper Christian burial, it was the only thing we could do. 

This however, was no Stagecoach robbery gone bad. This body was pale, drained of blood. Two puncture wounds upon the neck, sorta like a rattlesnake, 'cept no snake has a thirst that big to satisfy. More bodies appeared, same wounds. Finally a sighting of our perpetrator, a tall contrary man completely drained of colour. 

I volunteered to confront the gentleman (no better address could be found), well an old man with little time left has little to fear. But somthin' unexpected happened... 

There was a meeting of minds, a common ground. 

Today folks rush to Sagebrush, agreeing they can trade and get on with their lives, without being robbed or bullied by outlaws. No one asks any questions of why it's safe, they just take it as it comes. 

So long as everyone follows the one rule: don't go outta Sagebrush after sundown...