Billy let out an annoyed sigh, glancing back to see the she following. "Why is it every damn place we go we get some kinda pest that follows us." He grumbled, staring at the beagle and collie as they continued to ride on. Fed up with the annoying dogs already, he quickly pulled out one of his pistols from the holster on the side. Turning a bit in the saddle, he fired two shots towards the canines that hit the dirt just beside their paws as sort of a fear tactic warning. "Get outa here, you damn mutts!" He shouted, hoping they'd get the picture.