JC did not frequent Valencia is his hunts. However, while he didn't know the territory, he knew that this wasn't the Farm. And honestly... looked more like a stronghold of the Lance than anything else.
His mind was afire was possibilities. Most prominent that Mable had asked him here to die. Leader of the Circle a plant to consume all those who expressed interest. Or maybe worse... to kill those within. A heathen cult determined to fight old wars.
He tried to calm the disparate parts. To stop casting futures.
It only worked so well.