"What in the name of San hell..." [i]The cowboy questions to himself, his voice laced by an accent, befitting the Cowboys of Old. The tracks interested him dearly, so he decided that whatever the beast was, it wasn't supposed to be alive for too long anymore, and he would personally see to it, or at least attempt. So, JT followed the claw marks. His shotgun barrel was in his left hand while his trigger was in his right one, and he pointed the barrels ahead of him while he moved. [/i]