When he strutted outside, he saw a tall hill and, on the side of the cliff face was several created walls with some cannons and a tall flag waving over the village below.
The ponies laughs laugh, eat, drink, and have a good time. No one reached for their weapons. Ponies walked out, ponies walked in, and no one questioned anyone as to why they were strapped.
The waitress walks by cleaning the table across from him. As she bends over, he notices a .38 snub nose revolver in a holster under her uniform. As he looks around, he begins noticing that at least ten percent of everyone on the restaurant has guns on them either in the open or concealed under their clothing.
"Well, we would have to put you in touch with our captains. The group only comes together when danger arises or we need to train, but I doubt they would have a problem with you."
"Oh that," she said as she picked up the menu from the table. "I'm a part of the local militia. When the raiders come, we band together at our fortresses and fight back. We currently have 2 that are useable. The position up on fortification hill, and the fort across the river from here."
"One moment," the ways said with a smile as she headed into the kitchen. As she walks away, he notices a slight scar that ran across her back. After a few moments she returned with his order and paved down the sandwiches, fruits, and large sweet tea. "Anything else I can get ya?"