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"No, no towns near here that I know of." Horatio replied, shaking his head. "And the trail's right here, Pup. It's faint, but it's there."

Of course, he wasn't that surprised that Gideon couldn't see it. It took an experienced eye to pick out a trail among all this dirt and dust.

"Come on, I think we're through here. Best go back to town and touch base with the others. Once we pool all our information together, I'm sure we can come up with our next course of action." Horatio declared, as he made his way back over to his horse. He saddled up on the beast of burden, and urged it forward, getting back up on the trail.

Their find wasn't much here, but that wasn't too much of a surprise. Still, they had a trail to follow now. It'd be a simple matter of rounding up the other Dogs, maybe the Sheriff and a posse, too. Once they had some good numbers on their side, they'd be able to smoke out and obliterate the raiders plaguing the Red Road Trail. And, perhaps, wipe out the local tribe of Natives too, while they were at it. If it came to that, at least.

Horatio still had his doubts about Native involvement, but he'd let Harrison be the final judge of that. Only he could find out for sure if his people were involved in the ranch and trail attacks.