The tents get a curious look from him, though he doesn't ask until they've passed a good many of them.

'Wha's all this about, then? Somethin' goin' on here I should know about?'

He's surprised to find that he actually feels a bit nervous as they get closer to the town proper. Interacting with these people is a whole other level of reality. He's also acutely aware of the money he's carrying - exchange rates at the Bar were favourable even for 1973 cash. If watching Westerns has taught him anything, it's that some bastard's always going to try and steal your loot.