The horse protested with a shake of his head at a sudden stir of the reigns, the lack in their length going loose as the man seated atop the beast of burden peered through the trees in the forest. His forest. Sure there were plenty of men with uniforms and proper titles that would be quick to correct someone otherwise, but the lines drawn on maps and signatures on deeds seldom held for long against the taste of cold steel or a pistol's lethal end. From atop the ridge he'd watched the lonely road and now its new occupants, foolish enough to wander away.
Muttering a prayer barely above a whisper, he spurred the beast forward. The rythmic fall of the hooves against the soft ground wouldn't be mistaken long.