They Bite.

The old man shook his head reluctantly and slid from his stool to the ground. "No thanks. I don't rightly know as I—"
"Yes?"
"Nothing. Thanks all the same." He turned and shuffled to the door.
Tallant smiled. "But why should I stay clear of the adobe?" he called after him.
The old man mumbled.
"What?"
"They bite," said the old man, and went out shivering into the night.