It had been a week since Ghost has been in Texas on a mission. He just finished the job but on the downside, he was lost.

He grumbled to himself as he walked down a dusty road in the middle of nowhere. And no, it wasn't hot. It was winter, so it was freezing.

He held in a shiver as he walked down the road to in hopes it led him to some sort of civilization. He paused at the sound of galloping, turning his head to see someone on a horse. He watched them come to a slow stop besides him.