IC: Garit looked up in surprise when a clakker ran in saying his house was on fire. Despite his better judgement, his curiousity got the better of him and he peeked out from the door, and sure enough a hint of smoke was detectable in the air. That was when he saw the outlaws running into town. Quickly, he retreated from the door to his table and sat back down, repositioned his hat, and gripped his pistol. This was turning out to be a troublesome day than he had expected.
OOC: I think Sherrif Whyte will need to do something about this.
