Dallas was on his dark brown Clydesdale horse, galloping fast to catch up to the target. They had not been a problem at first, but now they were. No doubt. The vampire infection was taking more lives each day, and now he was going to protect those he loved. He wasn't a fighter, no way, but now he had to be. You galloped on your horse alongside him.

"Behind you!" he shouted, firing a missed shot in your direction.