Stephen had his sights set on that superior Turkoman warhorse.
Like Seamus said, Little White was good, but it wasn't a warhorse.
So, after leaving the stable, Stephen rode straight toward Twin Stack Pass.
Coming out of the stable and heading east on the main road, you'd know you'd arrived when you saw the two small mountains facing each other.
The mountains weren't high, and it only took about ten minutes to reach the top along the mountain path.
Stephen stood on the summit and carefully observed the activity to the south with his binoculars.
It was already dark, and although the starry sky illuminated the earth, it was still pitch black all around, and nothing could be seen clearly.
But Stephen wasn't trying to see anything clearly, he was looking for a bonfire.
Seamus said there were a good dozen members of the O'Driscoll gang, and that many people couldn't possibly avoid making a fire at night.
Moreover, these guys were like locusts, accustomed to being tyrannical, and there would definitely be no one else nearby wherever they were.
So, as long as he found the bonfire, he wouldn't be looking for the wrong people.
Nothing was found here, so it seemed that those people were hiding pretty well.
Stephen pulled the reins and slowly moved forward along the mountain road to the south.
Twin Stack Pass wasn't large, and the terrain here wasn't complicated. So, Stephen wasn't in a hurry, he had plenty of time.
Soon, Stephen circled the small hillside on the south side of Twin Stack Pass, but still didn't find any trace of the O'Driscoll gang.
However, Twin Stack Pass wasn't just two independent small mountains, the northern small mountain was connected to Citadel Rock, which was a real mountain.
And the small mountain on the south side was connected to a row of low hills.
Since they weren't here, then those people must be in some cave under the hills.
As time passed, until after 1 AM, Stephen finally found a faint light of fire below a distant hillside.
"These guys really know how to hide, running all the way out here."
Stephen shook his head helplessly, these guys were hiding below a hillside.
Both sides were mountain walls, and overhead was a particularly large and straight protruding rock.
No wonder Stephen couldn't see them when he was on the mountain just now, it turned out that this rock blocked Stephen's view.
Not far away, let's just walk over there, lest we disturb the snake.
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Stephen dismounted, found a secluded spot to tie up his horse, then slung the Winchester rifle over his back, drew his Bowie Knife, and tiptoed toward the location of the firelight.
He slowly felt his way along the mountain wall and found a place with a good view to observe the situation in the camp.
There were two bonfires in total, spread out relatively far apart. There was one person guarding each bonfire, preventing it from going out.
There was a guy on lookout on the outside, as for the others, they should all be sleeping on the ground against the mountain wall.
Stephen carefully planned it out in his mind, and found that it was impossible for him to take them out without making a sound.
Going in head-on wouldn't work either, there were too many of them. If it came to a head-on fight, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on by himself.
First, take out the lookout, then sneak over and take out one by the bonfire, and then directly rush into where those people were resting.
Only by mixing it up with these people could he take advantage of his strengths.
At that time, whether using a knife or a Pump-Action Shotgun, he could quickly inflict casualties on these people.
And they would be afraid of accidentally hurting their comrades, causing them to be hesitant, that was his chance.
After making up his mind, Stephen didn't hesitate, he immediately grabbed his long Bowie Knife upside down and started to act.
"F—, it's really a pain in the ass to be in this remote wilderness."
The bandit sitting by the fire waved his hands, trying to drive away the mosquitoes that were wantonly flying around him.
This guy was burly and stout, with a thick waist, and he looked like the type that mosquitoes liked the most.
But this was all in vain, as soon as he stopped his hands, the mosquitoes gathered again.
The buzzing sound constantly coming from his ears seemed to be mocking his weakness, making him even more upset.
"Save your energy, if the Livestock town Valentine's stronghold hadn't been mysteriously taken out, how could we be suffering here."
Another bandit lying by the fire said weakly: "Otherwise, we should be drinking and playing with women in Valentine now."
Speaking of this, the bandit became even more annoyed.
He clenched his fist and slammed it hard into the ground beside him, saying fiercely: "Don't let me know who did it, or I'll definitely kill him!"
"What did that Deputy Sheriff say? He took so many benefits from us, he can't just let it go, right?"
"Heh, what else can he say?"
The bandit lying on the ground lazily turned over, and by the way changed to a comfortable position and groped his crotch: "He's the high and mighty Valentine Deputy Sheriff, why would he need to explain anything to us?"
"Pah, what is he, if we weren't still counting on him to help us make money, how could we have let him go back then."
The bandit seemed very indignant: "Do you think it could have been done by those Van der Linde gang guys? That gang has been against us for a long time."
"Very likely, those guys are audacious, maybe it was them..."
The bandit lying on the ground was halfway through his words when a strange sound suddenly interrupted him.
The two of them immediately looked warily in the direction the sound came from.
"Who's on watch tonight?"
"It's Barry, right? Where's that kid?"
The two looked at each other, then picked up their guns and stood up.
"Barry! What are you doing, kid?" The two didn't think too much, and walked out with their guns.
"Oh! It's nothing, it's too dark, I fell."
A muffled voice came from the woods ahead, then a person slowly stood up while holding onto a tree trunk.
"Oh my god, where did this dead deer come from, I almost didn't fall to my death."
The man covered his leg while slowly approaching the two men with the help of a tree trunk.
"Haha, you just don't have eyes."
The strong bandit laughed and stepped forward without hesitation, ready to help his companion up.
But the man behind him was looking at the companion in front of him suspiciously.
His back was to the moonlight, and the surroundings were dark, so he couldn't see the guy's face, or even what he was wearing.
As a bandit, his intuition told him that something was wrong, he was about to open his mouth to remind his companion.
Suddenly, a dazzling light shone in his eyes, and he instinctively covered his eyes.
The next second he realized that this person wasn't his companion!
He hurriedly put down his hand, opened his mouth to shout, but it was too late.
A blade flashing with a silver light had already arrived.
The long Bowie Knife first broke open his throat, then the blade turned and killed his companion as well.
In just an instant, the two fell to the ground one after another.