Everybody in the saloon looks at your, trying to piece together your cryptic reply, but you ignore them. You stride up to the bar, sit down, and take the beer from in front of the man next to you. "We all watched you get shot down," the bartender finally manages. "We saw you die."
"Yeah, Jack, I was there. I remember it. Now I'm here to find the man who killed me and take him along." You down the beer and take a look around. "So who's gonna tell me where to find Handsome Hank and my Annie?" There's a long silence, but you just ride it out. Everybody is on edge here, and somebody knows. Eventually, one man stands up with your answer.