Hearst gave his horse a tiny jolt from his fingertip to spur it into moving, not being able to move his cheeks in quite the right way to make the clicking noise Andrews made. It reared up but didn't buck him off, though it broke into a gallop faster than he had wanted. He looked back at Andrews, who he had raced past, and shouted, "West!" as he pointed in the direction of their destination. In addition to what he was already capable of, his static abilities also gave him an innate sense of direction, magnetically detecting North so he could always tell where he was going.<br/><br/>He managed to slow his horse down by applying some slight electric impulses to one of its legs, paralyzing it slightly, then alleviating it once it halted its rapid pace. He didn't work well with animals, even humans were hit-and-miss.<br/><br/>He didn't know the area well and didn't expect Andrews to either, but he memorized part of the map so he at least knew which landmarks to watch for. They were to conduct their own investigation of the train wreck before heading on and checking out the sites of each attack perpetrated by the group. Maybe they'd find some clues the officers down there hadn't been able to.<br/><br/>He was glad he was wearing sunglasses, because they were riding at the sun and it was staring them in the face as it began to set. It was at least another day's ride to the train wreck site and they'd have to camp out. Even if they didn't want to stop, their horses needed to.