Jake watches the dust cloud erase itself from the sky. He turns and spits into the dust to express his irritation as he pulls his horse up.

"We're not going to catch 'em like this, Captain. I can track 'em, but without knowing who they are I don't know if that's the best idea. Tracks'll still be there tomorrow, maybe we should head into town and get some idea what it is we're following." He glances at the Captain, shifting slightly in his saddle. Having given his advice, he sits patiently, waiting for the boss to make the call either way.