You all climb back into the wagon and head away from the farm.
About an hour later, a brief meal is eaten, then back in the wagon again for he quiet ride to the furthest farm, that of the Ublers.
It is another several hours before you crest a low hill and can see the house and surrounding yard in the distance. The sun is getting low in the west before the cart stops near the drive that leads to the house. The only movement you see are some birds, circling high in the sky and, though you can see a animal pen and a chicken yard, hear no animals, no light anywhere.
There is something in the air that seems... off.