Days go by.

You continue to ride your horse day and night, day and night. You let it rest, giving it water whenever you reach a nearby stream. But you know, you need to keep pushing on to get to Claire as fast as possible or else you might just miss her.

After a couple days of riding as hard as you can, your horse is starting to wear down. It comes to a complete stop and bucks you off "Ahhh..." you yell as you fly to the ground. "Stupid horse..." you mumble as you grab your shoulder, it hurting from the impact of the ground. You know you need to take a day or two off to let the horse rest. That or you could continue to walk the path to the Syndicate without a horse?

The ground below is turning yellow. Much of the fresh grass is starting to turn to ****. You know you are getting to the desert lands because the flush flourished wildlife around you is slowly becoming less and less. You bring your hand up to the cheek of the horse, petting it slowly. "You've made it far enough my friend..." you say to it as you start to untie it. "Live the rest of your life free!" you unhinge the last lock to your horse before finally clapping your hands together loudly, causing the horse to run off towards the south.