Why oh why did it have to be so god damn hot in the desert? Or perhaps, the more appropriate question was, why the hell was he out here in the first place? Nathaniel had been making wild snatches at the target he'd been half heartedly hunting for the past three years, and he'd actually decided to follow this latest lead. What was the point? He'd done this countless times before, and each time Rowan had slipped out of his grasp, as the outlaw was made for this life, unlike the man that had been pursuing him all this time. At the town that must be about fifty miles back, the innkeeper had had some suspiciously accurate information, stating that he'd seen a rather wolfish character talking to one of the regulars about heading out west. That road led to the open desert, a place rarely ventured into by anyone aside from the desperate or sly, and now by the gullible. Nathaniel sighed as his horse plodded dutifully through the arid dirt while her rider wondered if he ought to turn back before he got both of them killed. What if McCabe had lured him out here to die? "Hang on a minute..." Either he was seeing an oddly specific mirage, or ahead in the distance there really was a dark figure with distinctly canine features. Perhaps it was finally his lucky day! Nathaniel had long considered what would happen if he ever caught the outlaw, as he knew it would mean a change - but would it be for good or ill? On the one hand, he might be welcomed back with open arms, perhaps allowed to work on the sidelines in administration or sales - something he was actually good at. But then, his father might take this as a sign that his son had finally remembered his lineage. Would he then be partnered with his brother and be expected to keep up with his gunslinging ways? He just didn't know, but he wasn't a coward, and he intended to find out. "Come on Bluebell, let's get this bastard." He gently nudged his predictably blue roan mount into a brisk trot, determined to at least get within touching distance of Rowan, to perhaps come away with something to write home about. However, he first had to catch up to the outlaw, and he had the distinct disadvantage of caring for the mare he rode, and he would not push her beyond her limits. "Stop!" He yelled impotently, even as he was several yards behind, clearly in no position to be demanding anything of McCabe just yet.