Who's been buying supplies?

"Well, there sure is ... in fact, there's a few people. A couple of guys got provisioned for about a week or so. They brought themselves a wagon. Couple o' brothers, if'n I'm not mistaken. There was a girl, right pretty with long red hair, she's been sniffing around town lately. She's been here longest, I think. Making a few trips out into the desert. Finally, there was a real business type. No friendliness about the man, had a severe look that'd snap yer neck if he stared too long, or so it seemed."

The first two were familiar.

The two brothers were probably the Magnussen brothers, Shiner and Carl. A couple of ne'er do wells whom you'd encountered some time ago. One of the brothers was a regular chemist, the other a burly sort that'd compare favorably to an Ox in muscle, but not in brains. Running a con or a robbery, those two were trouble.

The woman sounded like "Damned" Douglas. You had looked up to her from the stories you'd heard. A woman not unlike yourself. When you caught up with her, she taught you a few things and then left you with a hotel bill and a hangover and nothing else. She robs people blind with her wiles, but she's no slouch with a shooting iron neither.

The last one ... who knows about him? This guy sure doesn't.

"So, anything else?" he asks with hopeful eyes.