He shook his head. "It had that before and this place is everyone's, not just ours. It'd also explain why the township left it the way it was. To speak of what happened back then."

He had to get to that house that was in all these pictures; this great Grand Meeting hall. Elder's hall - he didn't know.

"It'd make sense that it's not in the town hall, even if that's missin' plenty on it's own. The story that we're standin' on top of. The town hall wasn't the most important building here." His skin was crawling, hairs on the back of his neck raising like Hell itself was breathing down his shirt and the cowboy very stubbornly refused to move, soaking in the fear.