Uther had no choice but to hitch his hose with hers and follow on foot. The old ranch house had been long abandoned by the family that once worked it. The bank foreclosed it down before the family had a chance to turn a decent harvest or profit from the cattle so moved back leaving the home. Off course the bank had "Private property" signs but they were ignored and the home was used by various passing outlaws and travelers brave enough to sleep in the home.<br/><br/>The house was in near ruin, the roof had a few holes and parts of the walls were nothing but planks from various lootings. Old wanted posters, empty cans and bottles littered the carpet of dust and scuffed wood floors. Whoever was passing by made sure to take their wanted posters with them in order to stop being recognized.<br/><br/>Uther watched from the outside of the house, scanning around to make sure no one was around and even cleared the barn before making his way back into the house.<br/><br/>Inside the house on a old barrel stood a fresh stacked of papers ripped off of the boards in town. It belonged to a cattle thief, a gringo with two missing front teeth and a ugly mop of light brown hair. The kitchen seemed recently occupied, a pile of embers smoldering at the corner of the room in an old adobe stove pit. Foot steps came from behind her, closing in on her fact. It belonged to the "gringo" and he was pissed someone was following him...