Feeling a cool breeze, Dallas flipped his collar up in hopes to keep the wind chill off of his neck, though made no indication of moving. Despite the wind zapping what body heat he had, Dallas welcomed the refreshing air.  Looking off into the distance something caught his attention.<br/><br/>Deciding to see what it was Red made his way to what was left of a foot print. Kneeling down to examine the print, he pulled out another picture of a shoe print he laid the picture down under the remnants of the print. Exhaling a breath he was unaware he was holding when Red realized that the tread and size was completely different. "Not this one." Red said to himself as he got back to his feet. Pocketing the picture once more.<br/><br/>Pulling out his 1911 45 pistol he ejected his magazine to check his ammo, even though Red knew he just bought ammo yesterday. Sliding the magazine back in Dallas began his journey.