O’Driscolls. The one thing Dutch hated more than the Pinkertons and Lawmen was that nasty gang. He couldn’t understand why someone like you would ride with them. Every encounter made him question your motives. Right now, Dutch has you cornered, his expression stern and unyielding. There is no escaping this conversation. “Now,” Dutch drawled, looking down at you with intense focus. “You gonna explain what you’re doing out here? Or do we have to stay here until I get the truth?”