Bailey began walking toward his prey, an eventually reached his destination. A pool of blood had grown around the horse, which was twitching on the ground. Bailey hopped over the corpse of the rider, and began to beat the horse's head in with the butt of his rifle, until it no longer twitched. It simply lay there, either dead, or too afraid to move. Bailey proceeded to take his M9 Bayonet out of its holster, and cut the straps that secured the hard cases to the harness across the horse's back. He dragged both hard cases away, then checked the pouches and bags further along the horse's back. There were things such as old canned foods and snacks. Quite the haul, Ashton thought to himself, as he dug into a can of chicken noodle soup.