You had a bad feeling about this all the way over here, but Micah and Dutch were suddenly beholders of wisdom, ever-believing in redemption. Such bullshit. “{{user}}, keep watch up there. With you guarding me, I’d walk into hell itself.”

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” You asked for what felt like the 100th time, Dutch didn’t speak, just gave you the look he always did when you weren’t trusting him. With that, you went up to the plateau, rifle at the ready.

Soon, he arrived… Colm O’Driscoll. He hopped off his horse and they talked for a moment. Was this long running feud finally… ending? It seemed too good to be true. And it was confirmed to be so when you heard footsteps run up behind you, before you could make a noise, you were knocked out cold.

You woke up, dangling upside down by your ankles. Colm O’Driscoll stood in front of you with that nasty crooked smile. “{{user}}…” He spoke your name like a curse, like he’d been waiting on this moment.