Wilderness Redemption Tour

The bartender looked at the $2 bill in front of him, wiped his glass and said coldly: "Sir, the table and chairs you smashed yesterday are worth more than this."

Arthur stroked his forehead and said helplessly, "Hey! Come on! It's not like your people didn't fight back. I was just defending myself." Then he took out another $2 bill from his pocket and pushed it in front of the bartender, saying, "I don't want to fight again because of your discrimination."

The bartender looked at the bills pushed over again and said expressionlessly, "Well, after counting the money for repairing the glass, I can still save a few dollars." Then he stuffed the bills into his pocket, glanced at Arthur who seemed a little impatient, and said, "Sheriff Malloy always has wanted criminals who need to be arrested. You can get a reward and carry it with you, then go out and try your luck. Maybe you will meet one of them. The prerequisite for doing this is that you have to be a qualified and skilled gunman, otherwise the hunter may become the prey by accident."

Arthur listened to the other party quietly, suppressed his anger, and said calmly: "Do you think I'm stupid and easy to deceive? Go to the sheriff to get the reward order. I can find out by asking any child. Don't test my patience. I need really valuable information."

The bartender's hands were shaking because of Arthur's suppressed emotions, and he almost dropped the glass in his hand. He said in a trembling voice: "Turn left from here, at the end of the road, at Kenneth's Tavern on the other road, there is a man there who needs help to run errands. I don't know what it is, but I heard that the reward is very high."

Seeing Arthur's expression eased, the bartender turned around and glanced at all the customers drinking. After seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he leaned towards Arthur and whispered, "I have another piece of very valuable information. I'm going to take a big risk to tell you. Ten dollars. Believe me, this information is worth it."

"Oh? Why are you suddenly so brave now?" Arthur couldn't help but teasing when he saw the bartender looking timid at the moment.

"Shh! Keep your voice down! I'm not sure if there are any of their people among these people below." The bartender quickly signaled to Arthur not to attract too much attention.

"Okay! Okay!" Arthur was also aroused by the bartender's mysterious look. He took out $10 from his pocket and pushed it to the bartender again, saying, "Your information better be worth this price, otherwise you know the consequences."

The bartender quickly stuffed the money into his pocket, looked around again and whispered, "Deputy Sheriff Craigie seems to be protecting someone. My informant once saw him accepting money from the back door of the clinic."

"Oh? The sheriff is corrupt? That's quite interesting." Arthur smiled, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then stood up and left the bar and said, "Come on, Jamie, let's go to the police station again."

Lin Yan looked at the half glass of wine left in front of him. In line with the principle of not wasting anything, he drank it all in one gulp, shook his head, and followed Arthur out of the bar.

"Let's go directly to the police station to find the sheriff to get the bounty and investigate at the same time. Let's go on foot, riding a horse will attract too much attention." Arthur said to Lin Yan after he went out.

"You are an expert in this area, so whatever you say is what it is." Lin Yan answered drowsily, still not recovering from the alcohol.

The two of them arrived at the police station. Today, the sheriff did not stand in front of the police station and watch the people passing by as usual. Lin Yan glanced casually into the house through the window, then grabbed Arthur who wanted to push the door in and said softly, "Arthur, don't go in yet. Look, there's something going on inside."

Lin Yan asked Arthur to lower his body, and the two of them held on to the edge of the window and looked into the police station. At this moment, there was only one sheriff in the police station, Sheriff Malloy. He was sitting at the table, holding the hand of a lady wearing a white linen top and a yellow straw hat, and talking to her. Seeing that the lady looked a little angry, Sheriff Malloy seemed to be comforting her. Because they were far away, and the sheriff deliberately lowered his voice, Lin Yan only vaguely heard a few words: It can't be made public yet, endure it for the time being, you are my true love, I will go with you.

Wow, foreigners are really good at playing tricks. It seems that Sheriff Malloy is openly having an extramarital affair in the police station, and in the daytime. Aren’t they afraid that someone will suddenly break in? Lin Yan thought of it from the sheriff’s words. Could Arthur, who was peeping and eavesdropping on the other side, not have thought of it?

Arthur stood up and waved at Lin Yan, saying, "Let's go in and pretend we don't know anything and see what the sheriff says."

You understand or do you understand? Lin Yan nodded and gave Arthur a knowing look. Then Arthur casually pushed open the door of the police station.

Sheriff Malloy pulled the lady's hand back as if she had been electrocuted. The two stood up immediately. Sheriff Malloy said in a panic: "Who allowed you to come in without knocking. Uh... This is Mrs. Calthorpe. She is here to report a crime. Yes, to report a crime. Am I right, ma'am?"

The lady nodded quickly and said, "Yes, I'm here to report a case. Since Sheriff Malloy has accepted it, I'll leave first." After saying that, she made a gesture to leave.

Sheriff Malloy said hurriedly, "Please wait a moment, Mrs. Calthorpe, go out the back door, it's closer to your home this way." After saying that, he winked at the other party in what he thought was a covert move.

"Oh, yes, there is indeed a shortcut this way." The lady called Mrs. Calthorpe by the sheriff quickly walked to the back door of the police station, opened the door and walked out.

Lin Yan observed that Sheriff Malloy seemed to be relieved. He looked at the two people who barged in rudely and said, "Now tell me what you are in such a hurry to break in."

Arthur smiled and said, "Sheriff Malloy, if I remember correctly, citizens are not required to report when they enter the police station."

Sheriff Malloy argued: "That's true, but your rude intrusion scared Mrs. Calthorpe, which is contrary to the upbringing of a decent person."

"Okay, okay, I admit that I was abrupt," Arthur said perfunctorily. Then he changed the subject and said, "We came here for no other reason than to see if there is any work to do."

Sheriff Malloy sat back in the chair in front of his desk, pointed to two wanted posters on the wall next to him and said, "Well, these are the two people for now. One is a black-hearted drug dealer. Someone in the tavern claimed to have seen him in the canyon north of town. The other is a woman who murdered her husband. Some people said he was camped near Cumberland Falls, and it is said that she did not live there alone." If you are interested in them, you can get a wanted poster from me.

"Okay, we'll take the job," Arthur said simply.

Coming out of the police station, Lin Yan asked Arthur with some confusion: "Why didn't we tell the sheriff what we heard from the window just now?"

"Ah, that's easy. We don't have any evidence. We can't threaten anyone with what we just saw, unless they have further plans." Arthur explained patiently. Now, let's go to the other pub the bartender mentioned.

The two came to this tavern called Kenneth. From the outside, this tavern was much smaller than the Smithfield Tavern and relatively shabby. There was a word "liquor" on the sign, and Lin Yan estimated that this tavern mainly sold liquor.

Pushing the door and entering the pub, there were only three guests today. One of them was quietly drinking by himself at the seat below, while the other two were sitting on the bar stools next to the bar. A fat man wearing glasses said to the other person lying on the bar, "Sir, just tell me, what happened in Sylvia's pub in 76?"

The man lying on the bar said drunkenly: "Nothing really happened, just some empty talk, some stupid drunken talk."

"No, I don't think you understand, Mr. Carloway, this is not empty talk, this is history." The fat man with glasses said stubbornly.

"It's already a thing of the past, it's all over, and has become the dust of history. The dead are lucky, but the living will continue to suffer." The man lying on the bar murmured a few words softly and fell into a deep sleep.

"Ah! Things are not going well." The fat man rubbed his face with his hands helplessly.

"Are you looking for help everywhere?" Arthur asked after listening to their conversation.

"Yes, it's me. This is 'Kid' Jim Calloway, the famous sharpshooter, the man with the fastest left-handed gun drawing speed in the world, who once killed fourteen people in the battle of Liuxi Cave." The fat man introduced the person next to him in a torrent of words.

"Since he is as powerful as you said, what are you waiting for?" Arthur asked him.

"What?" The other party expressed incomprehension.

"Look at him now, you can kill him with one hand." Arthur pushed the unresponsive drunk.

"No! You misunderstood! I don't want to kill him! I want to deify him! He is my God!" the fat man screamed.

"Okay, okay. How do you want to deify him?" Arthur didn't expect the other party to react so violently.

"I was planning to write a biography for him, but I think you can see the progress." He pointed to the drunk man next to him and continued, "Now I would rather duel with him. Either I kill him and become the best sharpshooter in the West, or I would just be killed by him and be completely free. In this way, I don't have to talk to him again."

Arthur chuckled and said, "Ha, I think you have begun to understand the joy of being a gunman. It's a win-win situation, freedom, or honor."

"Hey, this sentence is very classic. I'm going to write it down." The fat man hurriedly took out a notebook from his arms and lowered his head to write. After writing, he looked up and asked Arthur: "Sir, are you also a gunman?"

"Not really. If I need to take someone out, I'll find a way to knock them out from behind. As long as I win, the rest is bullshit." Arthur stated his point.

"Do you like money?" the other party asked without any context.

"Of course, everyone likes money and everyone needs money," Arthur replied.

"Okay. Sorry sir, I asked this a little abruptly. To be honest, I'm a little desperate now. I don't think you know, I have high hopes for this book, and..." He took out a few photos from his jacket pocket. "I have a complete list of sharpshooters here, each of whom can be called a legend. Emmett Granger, Flaco Hernandez, Billy Midnight, and the beauty in black. Maybe you can find a way to find them, talk to them, and ask them what they think of Calloway. If anyone despises Calloway, you can help me kill him!"

"So you want me to help you find these pathetic, self-deceiving idiots like Calloway, and then ask you if Calloway is the best. If anyone dares to laugh at him, I will help you kill that person. That's fine by me. The question is how much can you pay?"

The other party said excitedly: "A lot, I am willing to give half of the proceeds from my book if you can help me write this book."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on them for you."

"Oh, remember to take pictures." The other party handed Arthur a square box.

Hey, is this the camera from that time? No, I remember that the ones in the movies were all very large ones that would emit white smoke when taking pictures. Could it be that they were modified in the game? When Lin Yan saw this square box, he immediately associated it with something.

"Also, there are some notes behind the photos. I think this can help you find them quickly. If you have any news about them, just send it here directly. I won't go anywhere else for the time being." The other party added.

"Okay, wait for my news." Arthur put away the photos and camera and walked out of the pub with Lin Yan.

"I thought it was some quick money, but it turned out to be another job of looking for someone. Jamie, it looks like you won't get your gun today." Arthur said as he flipped through the photos the other party gave him: "These gunmen must have good guns."

"It's okay. Actually, you don't have to worry about me. Just follow your own behavior pattern. I can help you collect information in town or somewhere else." Lin Yan gave timely advice.

"Jamie, you should know that it is very dangerous for gang members to be alone in the West. Even if you don't provoke others, others will find trouble with you. So it is best to form a group of two or three and take care of each other. You think you are causing trouble for me, but in fact you are protecting me. Okay, let's not say such corny words. Let's go to the back door of the clinic and see what's going on there." Arthur gave Lin Yan a reassuring smile, and then took Lin Yan to find the back door of the clinic.

Behind the clinic, there is a separate brick house with an iron door. From the outside, the whole structure looks as solid as the police station. This is quite strange. In a town with mainly wooden structures, it is understandable that the police station is built solidly. But the clinic is so solid that one has to wonder if there is some hidden secret.

"Jamie, do you see the tree on the hill? Let's go and guard it and see what secrets there are here." Arthur also noticed something was wrong. He decided to monitor this place with Lin Yan to see if he could find any clues.