Red Dead Redemption: The Great Philanthropist of the West

The next morning, the snowstorm had passed, and Henry, unusually, stayed in bed late. When he got up, he found that Acker had already prepared breakfast.

"Get up! Did you sleep well last night? Come and have breakfast. I was just about to have Sadie go and wake you up."

Henry didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up some toast and milk, and while eating, he asked, "Did you two discuss this yesterday? What are your plans?"

"We've decided to listen to you and move away from here. But we can't move in the short term. It's winter now, and we can't move the horses and cattle from the pasture. Plus, several cows are about to give birth, and they can't be moved."

Sadie and I discussed it and decided to wait until spring to travel, when the roads will be much easier. However, we haven't decided yet whether to go to the Heart of the Earth or Blackwater; we'll use these two months to think it over carefully.

“Alright then, you all need to be careful and make sure you leave before March or April. I have a feeling that something terrible will happen here next May. I have a strong sense of intuition, trust me, Ark, my friend.”

“Okay, I got it, Henry. We’ll take care of the departure as soon as possible. We’ll write to you then, and we’ll look forward to you visiting our new home.”

"I'm leaving now to continue my treasure hunt. My next stop is eastward to visit my Native American friends. Goodbye, Yak."

Henry and Yak hugged and waved goodbye.

After Henry mounted Flying Snow, Sadie also came out leading her Hera (Sadie's horse).

"I'll walk you a bit, but the road to the east is difficult to navigate and you can easily get lost."

"OK, thank you, ma'am."

Henry and Sadie rode their horses slowly along the winding road to the east.

Do you know any Native American friends in Wapiti?

“I’ve met them before, but they don’t know me. I just wanted to offer them a little help.”

Their people have suffered terribly for a century, constantly driven away, assimilated, and massacred. Our presidents cannot tolerate Native Americans who do not belong to 'America,' even though they are the original inhabitants of this place.

After passing through yet another fork in the road, the two slowly came to a stop.

"Saddy, are we friends?"

"Of course, I like you (in a friendly way), Henry. Perhaps we'll come to Blackwater to meet you soon. Don't look down on us."

"Okay, that's enough for now. I'll handle the rest of the way myself. Remember to write to me. If you encounter any difficulties, feel free to contact me. Don't hesitate to ask. I cherish you all, Sadie."

“Remember to remind Ark to move out as soon as possible, and definitely not to stay until May. Remember that, Sadie…” Henry’s voice faded into the distance.

Watching his figure gradually disappear into the distance, Sadie lowered her waving hand, turned her horse around, and slowly rode back.

After taking several wrong turns, Henry finally arrived at Wapiti, one of the few remaining small to medium-sized Native American reservations in the entire West. It was already night.

Before Henry could even reach the camp, two arrows were aimed at his path, and several more were perched in the trees along the roadside, also aimed at him. "Stranger, don't come near here. This is not a place for you. Get out of here."

Seeing this, Henry stopped the snowfall, raised his hands, and shouted:

“Friend, calm down. I’m not an enemy. I know your clan leader, Luo Yu. I’m looking for Clan Leader Luo Yu. I have something to ask him. I’m here to help you.”

“How do you know our chief? I’ve never seen you before. You white people are all untrustworthy. I don’t believe you,” one of the burly young men replied.

“I am all alone, I pose no danger to you, do I? I come with good intentions.”

“Young man, what brings you here? I don’t remember knowing you.” The commotion caught the attention of an old man, none other than the local Native American chief, Rain.

“Come here, child, come to the fire, and tell me what you want to see me about, and how you met me.”

“I’ve heard about you from a writer friend. I know you’re in a difficult situation, and perhaps I can offer some help. For free.” Henry told a white lie. He hadn’t yet met the writer who spoke out for Native Americans.

(From the day the U.S. government formally established its army, it ordered the troops to immediately advance westward. From its inception, the 1st Regiment of the United States Army had the suppression of Native Americans as its primary mission. This brutal massacre and suppression carried out by the U.S. federal regular army and militia lasted for almost a century, from 1803 (the regular army officially began combat in 1811) until 1892.)

“Aveline Miller? He’s a good man, one of the few who will help our tribe. You’re his friend, so you’re our friend.”

“I have a pharmacy in Blackwater Town, and I can get some smallpox vaccines. You might need them.”

(In the 19th-century American West, only a minority of Native Americans were massacred; over 90% died from diseases deliberately brought by Europeans and Americans. Smallpox was the most prevalent.)

"Really? Can you really provide us with vaccines? We desperately need them. The military always withholds our vaccines, and we can't do anything but watch our children die."

"But we're out of money, and we don't know what we can use to buy your vaccine, or what you need us to give in return."

"I don't need you to contribute anything; it's free. However, I can't supply in large quantities because they have limited quantities, and I can't purchase too much at a time. Perhaps you can send someone to pick it up regularly each month. I will instruct someone to order a batch every month."

"Thank you so much, my friend. I'm sorry, I don't know your name yet."

“My name is Henry Allen, Rain. You are like an elder to me. I’m glad to be able to help you.”

"Perhaps you should go out and integrate into civilization. You shouldn't be confined here, you can't just retain the 'ancient,' otherwise you will gradually be abandoned on this land. You can't defeat them (the army)."

Luo Yu took a puff of his pipe, the red glow of the torch illuminating his sorrowful face.

"How could I not know that we cannot fight against them? But without our land and having abandoned our national culture, are we still ourselves?"

"The march of civilization is unstoppable. You have seen the crisscrossing railways on this land. Sooner or later, they will cover every corner."

You may choose to integrate into it, or you may move your entire family to Canada or Mexico as soon as possible.

I suggest you choose the first option. I understand your concerns. Perhaps we can send a few people to test it out first, and then see how your people live in civilized society before making a final decision.

Upon hearing this, Luo Yu hesitated noticeably, indicating that she was somewhat tempted.

Henry felt he couldn't let this opportunity slip by and prepared to push things forward again:

"Chief Rainfall, didn't you just say that if I provide you with smallpox vaccines, what would you need to give in return? I think perhaps you could send a few people to protect me, or help me manage the ranch. I'm quite short of trustworthy people right now. I'll provide you with salaries, which you can use to purchase vaccines and other supplies."

“I need to think about it, Mr. Henry. How long do you intend to stay here?”

"I'll be leaving tomorrow morning to continue my journey. Besides being a businessman, I'm also a treasure hunter."

"Okay, I'll give you the answer tomorrow. Please try our homemade fruit wine, which is made from a blend of apples and blackberries."

Henry took the fruit wine from Luo Yu and slowly sipped it. It was sweet and sour, with a fruity aroma and a lingering aftertaste. The alcohol content was probably less than 10%.

"It tastes very good, sweet and refreshing, with a low alcohol content. I wonder if you can brew it in large quantities? Perhaps I can help you sell it in my tavern. It should be popular with the ladies."

Hearing Henry's praise, Luo Yu was very happy, but he said that the materials were all picked by the tribe members when they went hunting, and the materials were not enough, so the production quantity was small and the production cycle was relatively long.

"Perhaps you could make a batch first and bring it to me when you go to pick up the vaccine. I'll put it in the tavern and sell it for you. If it's popular, you'll have another source of income. Later, we can even buy a farm, raise livestock, and grow our own blackberries to make wine."