"Until I find a way to get to him. Bastard." John grumbled to himself.

That sense of maliciousness? It isn't one that John would just casually throw off. No, there was something about that Stranger that stuck out to him. You didn't get off on someone's suffering unless it gave you something a bit more. Not on a scale like this.

"Suppose then he shouldn't have called a bunch of assholes and bastards to the town. Presuming he did, but, I'm willing to bet he's involved. That, or maybe someone who came here before us. If not someone left over."