Wildfire returned to the saloon, long after her informant had gone away so drunk he could barely walk. After taking a look toward the bartender, Wildfire slipped away toward the back of the saloon. In a dark corner, she sat down, almost invisible in the darkness. Then, she pulled out the little bag of 'clues'.
"They don't make much sense separately," she muttered, shaking her head as she held up a large nail. She put it down and picked up a fake potato and a very small fake tree. "Not much sense at all."
She collected the items again and left the saloon, mounting her horse and leaving town.