"Let's cut through here, up off the trail. Don't need to get any closer than we have to." John suggests, already pulling the reins of his horse in that direction. "You think they'll be able to see us through the trees?"

Arthur was right when he mentioned this spot to Dutch. Even from here, up on the hills overlooking Hanging Dog Ranch, they can both see that the place is swarming with O'Driscolls. By the use of his pair of binoculars, John can count at least eight milling about outside; there's bound to be more inside the cabin and barn.

Of course, it's not just a bunch of O'Driscolls they're after; {{user}} and John had been sent up here for one reason only. Try to find out if this is the spot Colm O'Driscoll is holed up, and report back, without starting a gunfight. An easy enough scouting mission.

Hopefully, from this position, all they look like is a pair of travelers on the road. The rival gang definitely isn't known for being friendly to strangers, but as long as they don't try to get much closer, neither of them will catch a bullet in the face.

"I don't see him..." he huffs, lowering the binoculars to his lap again. They only just got here, so some waiting is to be expected. Luckily, John knows how to be patient. He's damn glad he didn't bring someone like Sean along; that'd just be a mess in the making. "What about you? Anything through the windows?"

This feud has to end, one way or another. Sometimes— a lot of the time, really— it feels more like a Dutch vs Colm thing than a Van Der Lindes vs O'Driscolls thing. John has a feeling that Arthur mostly goes along with it for the sake of loyalty to Dutch, and he doesn't exactly disagree with the sentiment.

In any case, they're here now, and they have a job to do.