Red Dead Redemption: The Great Philanthropist of the West

As the last rays of the sun were about to set, Henry finally rode his white horse to the foot of Sean Mountain. Fortunately, the wolves he had been worried about did not appear. Unfortunately, the sun was about to set, and he had not yet found a suitable place to pitch his tent.

Holding a lantern that could only illuminate a few meters around, Henry wandered around the foot of the mountain for more than ten minutes before finally finding a suitable sheltered spot to set up his tent. Due to limited resources, he could only set up a simple triangular tent.

He gathered some dry firewood from the surrounding area, lit a fire, and started cooking. Indeed, Henry's bag contained not only medicine and ingredients, but also a considerable amount of small cooking utensils, spices, salt, and the like.

While accommodations in the wild were unavoidable, the food could still be improved. While waiting for the water to boil, Henry took two large turkeys from his horse—turkeys that had been kicked to death by his horse during their afternoon journey. He quickly plucked the feathers, chopped them into pieces, and put them in the pot. He then took a small bag of mushrooms and ginseng from his backpack and added them to the pot to cook as well.

Next, they processed two fat rabbits, coated them with sesame oil and honey, skewered them on branches, and roasted them together by the fire. They then buried the internal organs in a small pit nearby to prevent attracting black bears or wolves while they slept.

Before long, Henry was enjoying a delicious roasted rabbit and steaming ginseng chicken soup by the fire. After a long day of travel in the winter, such a meal was truly comforting.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, they gathered some dry firewood from the surrounding area and added it to the fire. They also sprinkled some snake and insect repellent powder around the small tent. Henry then fell into a deep sleep.

Just before dawn, Henry suddenly heard a low growl coming from not far away. Startled, he quickly got up, grabbed his semi-automatic shotgun, and carefully peeked out from behind the tent.

Not far away, a strong, dark figure was digging something in the ground. Henry carefully took off his shotgun and switched to a closed-barrel sniper rifle. After loading, he slowly aimed at the figure's head. "Bang," he loaded again, aimed, "Bang."

After two shots, the shadowy figure became completely still. Actually, the figure would have fallen after the first headshot, but out of caution, Henry fired a second shot. The sudden gunshot startled a flock of forest birds.

Henry cautiously approached the shadowy figure, gun in hand, before realizing it was a large black bear. What had been dug up on the ground were the rabbit and pheasant entrails he had secretly buried the night before. He'd lacked experience; the pit was too shallow, and in the darkness, he hadn't seen a small portion fall to the edge and wasn't completely buried.

Luckily, he had sprinkled some powder around the tent last night to mask his scent; otherwise, it would have been hard to say which side the black bear would have chosen to eat. Henry wiped the cold sweat that had appeared on his forehead without him noticing, and quietly warned himself that he had to be extra careful in the wild and could not be careless again. He only had one life, unlike in a game where he could respawn infinitely.

Startled by the black bear, Henry decided to stay awake and took out a knife to deal with the large bear. First, he cut off its four large paws and put them in his backpack for safekeeping. Then, he carefully peeled off the entire bear skin. Because both shots had hit its head, the bear skin was still in perfect condition; if sold to a merchant, it would probably be worth about $10.

Of course, Henry didn't intend to sell it. As the first bear he had ever hunted, it held considerable sentimental value. He'd see if he could ask Elder Luoyu for advice on how to perfectly preserve the bear pelt when he passed through Wapiti in a few days, or perhaps use it to make a coat or something.

After selecting several large pieces of bear meat from the best cuts and tossing them into my backpack, it was already broad daylight. I quickly grilled some bear meat and drank it with coffee.

Henry continued riding his horse up the mountain, where the gold bars were buried on one of the peaks, under a stone pillar facing the sunrise.

Comparing the map he'd swiped from the Strawberry Town Inn with his memories from his past life, he finally found the ceremonial stone pillar around noon and successfully retrieved the six large gold bars.

After putting the gold bars in my backpack, I continued my journey downhill. My goal was to reach the stilt hut on the western edge of the Hound Ranch before sunset and spend the night there. Nobody wants to sleep in a tent in the dangerous wilderness when they can get a house.

However, he needs to keep his distance from Hound Ranch, which is currently controlled by the Odricos gang. If they discover him, a fierce battle is inevitable. Henry just wants to quietly retrieve the treasure and doesn't want to fight over twenty burly men alone. This gang is ruthless, committing all sorts of atrocities. Sadie's transformation into a Valkyrie is largely due to this gang. If they hadn't killed Sadie's husband, Ark, which provoked her, she wouldn't have transformed into a Valkyrie.

Henry walked down the mountain path for two hours before reaching the foot of the mountain. Beside the foot was a large, flat meadow (later John the Shepherd's Pronghorn Ranch), covered in beautiful purple flowers, a truly soothing sight. Henry thought that if they didn't have a stilt house, camping there for the night would be a good option.

After walking around the grass, Henry spotted a small wooden cabin ahead. As he approached quietly, he heard strange noises coming from inside. Gripping his shotgun, Henry called out. The noises stopped, and after a while there was still no response. Henry, not wanting to get involved, was about to leave when...

Suddenly, the door of the cabin was kicked open, and a huge grizzly bear rushed out, much larger than the black bear from that morning. Henry reflexively activated his Dead Eye and fired five shots at the figure, emptying his shotgun. He was speechless after being frightened by a bear twice in one day.

After seeing that the grizzly bear had stopped moving, he went around to the back of the cabin and found that it had another back door, which had also been kicked open—the work of that big guy. The man inside had already been killed by the bear.

On the table lay an unmailed letter, an exquisite pipe, and a fine silver watch. Henry dug a simple hole behind the house and buried the man named Witt there, giving him a peaceful rest. Keeping the pipe and silver watch was a token of his gratitude for sparing his body from being left to rot.

After acquiring four more large bear paws, they continued on their way, bypassing the Hound Ranch where the Odricos gang was located, and arrived at the shack. It wasn't far from the Hound Ranch, so it was safe to leave it alone and not light a fire. Henry could only eat a few cans of food with some white wine.

Tomorrow we're going to Lake Isabella to see if we can spot a white Arabian horse. Henry took out several potent herbivore baits from his backpack and injected them with some anesthetic.

If he were to encounter the legendary Arabian horse, he had no intention of engaging it head-on, otherwise it might easily escape and disappear; Arabian horses are the fastest breed of horse. After preparing special bait for the Arabian horse, Henry went to sleep, hoping for better luck tomorrow.