The streets are empty.

You get closer and closer, expecting to see at least something going on. When you finally reach the edge of town, following the main street and heading toward the town square, you see absolutely no one. No signs of life. No signs that life has been there recently.
You stop, amazed.
You came all this way, across the desert, in first the hot, then the cold, to find an empty town, totally devoid of life?
You feel like either crying or shouting; you're not sure which. you do neither. No sense in being childish. Niether will help any.
Instead, you decide to head into town and look for warmth. Perhaps warm clothes, perhaps a warm place to shelter for the night.
As you head throgh town, you notice most of the buildings look as though they've been rotting for years, possibly since the old west, as the town seems to be from that era, or well-designed to look like it was. Very believeable, though. Very believeable.
Finally, about halfway to the town square, you notice two buildings of note. One, to your left, appears to be a saloon. The other, opposite it, looks to be a seamstress' shop.