A light on the edge of his vision came to life. she was spending energy, likely trying to speed up to get away. in the very, far edge of his vision there was a town. And that is where he was going to go. That's where the horse's trail lead.  Good, he could use a meal, and a drink before he began to deal with what was certain to be a fight. those were his thoughts as he drew closer to the entrance of the town.