Declan's offer was tempting. No, more than tempting, it was perfect. Jack wasn't sure how far Declan would be willing to take him or just how far his car could get him, but it certainly was a better deal than following the tracks with Clover. The problem was, Jack was almost certain that the tracks would soon lead off of the road and into the hilly wilderness. The farther north, which is where th tracks appeared to be headed, the more untamed and unruly the land became. Jack had figured that was a perfect cover for escaping criminals. 

Another problem was that Jack was not prepared to just abandon Clover, for someone to find and take or for him to starve. There were no fields for him to graze in. And he was his father's horse. He couldn't just leave him like this. 

"I'm trackin' down a few fellas," Jack finally said after staring at the glistening keys that Declan displayed. "I'll be needin' to get at least thirty miles north until I go off roads." The old Jack would be shocked that he was actually agreeing to this, actually planning to catch a ride with a man he never knew to kill the men who took his family. When he had left the house with his satchel and guns, it still seemed unreal to him. Like his anger and pain were what was controlling him and it was all a very heroic idea. He didn't really start to realize what he was doing until now. Until there was a way to get there. Yes, the old Jack would be doing a double take. But not the Jack now.