Wilderness Redemption Tour

When you think about things, especially good things, your brain can bring you comfort no matter how difficult the task at hand is.

With his powerful imagination, Lin Yan completed the work here at a very fast speed. When he walked out of the cave and breathed in the fresh air again, Lin Yan couldn't help but feel like he was reborn.

The bags and the bodies in the cave couldn't just be left in the open air. They needed to dig a pit and bury them. The Murfree family wasn't pure barbarians, and they still had basic tools for production and life. Arthur gave Charles the task of finding a shovel and digging a pit for burial, while he and Lin Yan were responsible for moving the bodies out of the cave.

There were a lot of bodies in the cave, and the two men moved them tirelessly one after another until dawn. When Dutch and other gang members found this place, neither of them had finished the job.

Seeing Arthur Linyan carrying the corpse out of the cave, Charles who was still digging the pit, and the simple graves behind him that had not been buried yet, Dutch dismounted and walked over while calling for others to come and help.

"Oh, you guys have worked so hard. I knew there were people here, but I didn't expect there would be such a large group of them. I guess it took you a lot of effort to kill them. Let others do the rest of the work. You can take a rest now."

At this time, only Charles looked in good condition among the three. Lin Yan and Arthur had come into contact with so many corpses that there was no clean place on their bodies. The smell of blood emanating from them could be smelled from a long distance away.

"You two, find a place to wash up properly, but don't wear these clothes." Dutch said as he looked at the bodies in the pit with strange faces and miserable deaths. When he walked to Charles, his eyebrows twisted unconsciously, his nostrils twitched, and he approached Charles to sniff tentatively, then shrank back as if he had been electrocuted. "Charles, you go too!"

Charles had anticipated Dutch's reaction. Upon hearing this, he dropped the shovel in his hand and walked towards Lin Yan and Arthur who were waiting there with a grin.

They changed into some old clothes, wiped the blood stains off their bodies, and took the clean clothes they would change into later. After working hard all night, the three exhausted people mustered up their energy and headed straight for Annesburg.

Arriving at the hotel in Annesburg, the three of them rented a room each and paid extra for a shower. Annesburg is a mining town, and the townspeople have a strong demand for showers, so this hotel has a lot of showers.

After not resting for a day and a night, and fighting and doing physical work at night, Lin Yan really had no time to do anything else, so when he heard someone knocking on the door asking if he needed any service, even though Lin Yan was still thinking about the older sisters who worked in this industry a few hours ago, he still reluctantly refused at this time. He was so sleepy and tired that he just wanted to finish washing quickly and then lie down on the bed to have a good sleep.

Lin Yan only slept until noon, when Arthur woke him up. In his words, he should just take a short rest. Dutch had just returned, and the camp had just been changed. Besides, there were many fewer people in the gang. There must be a lot of things waiting for us to do now, so why waste the good time during the day on sleeping? We can wait until night, when we have plenty of time to sleep.

Lin Yan, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up by Arthur. He went downstairs and had a simple lunch in the tavern opposite. Then, Lin Yan and the other two returned to the beaver cave.

In front of the beaver cave, the messy open space when they left in the morning has been cleared. After a morning of hard work, the gang members have once again replicated the Van der Linde-style camp here. At the edge of the forest a little further away from the camp, the several earth pits that Charles spent half a night digging have also been filled in. In the end, only a pile of slightly raised small earth mounds were left behind by dozens of sinful lives.

Dutch's big tent was set up at a certain distance from the cave entrance. In fact, all the facilities in the camp were placed as far away from the cave entrance as possible. Even without asking, Lin Yan knew why. Although he and Arthur cleaned up the bodies in the cave, the smell in the cave would not dissipate in a short time. If they wanted to live in it, they would have to wait for at least a week for the smell to settle.

"Oh, Arthur, you're just in time." Dutch, who was sitting face to face and talking with Micah, saw Arthur coming back and waved him over.

Before Arthur could get closer, Dutch asked him excitedly, "Who do you think Micah saw in Annesburg just now?"

"Who is it?" Arthur sat down on a crate next to Dutch, not intending to guess. Knowing Dutch well, if Dutch asked such a question, he would have said it himself even if he didn't guess.

Dutch didn't say anything. He took out a cigar, lit it, and took a deep puff. Seeing that Arthur's curiosity had been aroused, he smiled and said, "It's our old friend Mr. Cornwall. Micah heard that he was planning to buy shares in the Annesberg Mine, and he came here to discuss related matters."

"Hmm, what an ambitious fellow." Arthur commented casually, and asked, "Why, are you thinking about our old friend again?"

"On the contrary." Micah, who had been silent the whole time, answered for Dutch: "This old guy has taken too much care of us before, so we plan to give him a little 'reward' so that he won't miss us anymore."

"Oh, Dutch." Arthur shook his head helplessly and pointed at Micah and said, "Is this bad idea from him again? Listen to my advice, don't always think about revenge, it's not good for the future of the gang. Can killing Cornwall make Pinkerton give up chasing us? Even someone like me knows that this is impossible. Doing so will only expose our position again. Then where are you going to move us to? The Indian reservation?"

"Hehehe, watch your attitude when you speak." Micah said dissatisfiedly: "This is Dutch's own decision. No one has influenced his thinking. Are you saying this to oppose him?"

Dutch's face also looked a little unhappy. "Arthur, I tell you this to get your approval. Shouldn't Cornwall die? We just robbed him of some bonds. How much did Hosea sell those bonds for, one thousand? Two thousand? Just for such a small amount of money, he spent a lot of money to hire Pinkerton detectives, and then targeted us everywhere. Who do you think is the reason why we have been hiding here and there and changing camps for the past two months? It's all because of this guy! As long as he doesn't die, we have to live like this. Just ask, do you think so?"