Stray from the Path

Well, you're inside the ranch, seems like a good time to get to snooping. You can always tell them you got lost if you get caught.

Once you're out of sight of the gates, you duck into the tangled brush on your left, where there appears to be the hint of a trail.

The moonlight filtering through the canopy is enough to see by, but only barely. You trip and stumble over rocks and roots, following the shabbily kept trail deeper into the woods.

Eventually, you come to a fork. In one direction, the trail opens somewhat. You can barely make out a faint glow further down that path. In the other direction, the trail continues shabbily. A worn old post stands bent nearby. Whatever signage it may once have had has long ago rotted away.