Red Dead Redemption: The Great Philanthropist of the West

“Henry, thank you! This is the happiest day I’ve had in months.” Mary Beth’s eyes curved into crescents, and the corners of her mouth turned up, revealing two shallow dimples.

"By the way, what did you want to talk about when you called me just now?"

“Oh my goodness, I almost forgot, Henry, you know I love reading and writing novels. But I’m always in camp and a bit out of touch with the outside world. I’m curious about your experiences. Can you tell me about them?” Mary Beth looked at Henry expectantly.

"Of course you can, but I have a better suggestion that I think you can consider."

Mary Beth listened attentively to Henry's story and gestured for him to continue.

"Recently, I and some others have co-founded a weekly magazine in Saint Denis called Western Weekly, which will be used to serialize novels and record interesting anecdotes. You may be able to see it on the market soon."

I have a team of writers there who contribute articles to my weekly magazine. I think you should probably go to Saint Denis; you can focus on writing there and even get your novels published in the Western Weekly.

There you can learn about many different people and things, which will inspire your novel, and you won't have to constantly be on the run from gangs, doing things you don't like and that are dangerous.

Mary Beth was very tempted by Henry's suggestion. Just like Trelawney before her, no one could refuse the idea of ​​having a stable life while still being able to pursue their dreams.

After a brief moment of excitement, her bright eyes dimmed as if she were thinking about something. Perhaps she felt that she and Henry were too far apart, that they were not on the same level.

She was just a penniless, lowly gang member who started as a thief. Henry, on the other hand, was always impeccably dressed and had become a star in high society. At least, that's what she thought.

However, she quickly and carefully hid these feelings. At least for now, Henry considered her a friend and would try various tricks to please her.

"Henry, I never imagined your business would be so successful. You not only own several bars, but you've also started a weekly newspaper. I'm so happy for you."

To be honest, your suggestion really appeals to me. I really want to go there immediately. But... given the current state of the gang, I think... I can't leave safely. I need to wait until the gang successfully overcomes this obstacle. After all, the gang members have been quite good to me; they helped me out when I was at my lowest point.

Also, I'll miss Karen and Tilly, and I'll feel very uneasy going to a new environment alone.

Henry wasn't surprised by Mary Beth's concerns. Generally speaking, the atmosphere within the Van gang was excellent compared to most gangs at that time. There wasn't much backstabbing and scheming among the members; they lived like one big family. There were elderly people, women, and children.

"Don't rush to refuse. Go back and think about it slowly. My promise to you will always be valid. And you don't need to worry about being alone and helpless in a big city."

Did you know Trelawney isn't a gang member anymore? He works for me in Saint Denis now; I have a big hotel there that he manages, and so does the weekly magazine. He'll help look after you. With my connections, no one will bully you.

Alternatively, you could invite Karen and Tilly to come along. I think Karen would be very interested in bar management, and Tilly could assist Trelawney in managing the weekly magazine. Trelawney would really welcome you; I imagine he's been complaining lately about how much work I've been giving him.

Regarding the gang matter, I haven't asked you to leave. You can leave the gang by going out to work, and just send some money to the gang regularly. I think some people in the gang would prefer you to contribute to the gang in this way. As for whether or not to leave the gang, that's up to you."

“I will think it over carefully and give you an answer as soon as possible, Henry. I think Karen and Tilly will too.”

Marybeth was pleasantly surprised. She hadn't expected that the middle-aged man who used to entertain her with magic tricks whenever he returned to camp was now working for Henry. She had worried about Trelawney's safety after his long absence, even though he hadn't often stayed away from camp before.

Henry's words put Mary Beth at ease, and she became excited again. She decided to go back and talk to Karen and Tilly as soon as possible, and then find an opportunity to speak with Ms. Graeme Shaw and Dutch after the gang had overcome this crisis and settled down.

Then, at Mary Beth's insistence, Henry told her some interesting stories and about exotic foods from different places. The little girl listened with exclamations of wonder, her eyes filled with curiosity about the world Henry was in.

As they chatted, the sky had unknowingly darkened. Just as Mary Beth was about to continue listening, her stomach rumbled at the most inopportune moment, instantly making her blush. Clearly, the food the Van der Linde Tiger had prepared for lunch hadn't suited her taste, resulting in her eating very little.

Fortunately, the uncle also put away his fishing rod at this time and walked over with his catch of the whole afternoon—several big fish—which eased the awkward atmosphere.

"Hey Henry, Marybeth, look at my catch! I never thought I could catch such a big rock bass in such a small stream. Pretty good technique, huh? Haha, back in my younger days, I could..."

The uncle was a real chatterbox, no wonder he was the gang's joker. He launched into a long tirade against Henry and Mary Beth, occasionally tossing up those palm-sized bass, leaving the two of them speechless and unable to get a word in edgewise.

Henry took a beautifully wrapped chocolate from his backpack and handed it to Marybeth. The two smiled at each other and returned to the camp with the uncle.

Normally, Abigail would come to the kitchen to help Pearson cook, but because Abigail needed to take care of the injured John and Jack, she couldn't find the time to help in the kitchen. So Mary Beth had been helping Pearson during this time, watching the two of them busy.

Henry and the older man, meanwhile, shamelessly drank beer on the side. The older man seemed quite pleased with the expensive beer Henry brought out. Every time he met Henry, he managed to get a lot of novel and interesting things.

He sipped on this premium beer, which he had never tasted before, with its rich flavor, abundant foam, and intense aroma, while boasting to Henry about his glorious past in his youth, waiting for dinner and Dutch and his men's return after robbing the train.