The man seemed either annoyed or offended, and shrugged before going back into the house, likely to look for the map. It was a few minutes before they heard a voice, though it came from behind them. "Nice car you folks have back there," said the new guy, who looked like he was likely related to the one they'd just seen. He grinned as he aimed a shotgun in their direction.
"Now the keys, if ya fancy folk please," said the first one, who'd now come out of the house, this time not armed with a screeching banjo, but also an old shotgun. "Oh, and empty those pockets, you rich folk tend to have some nice stuff in them pockets."
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