Red Dead Redemption: The Great Philanthropist of the West

Soon after, Dutch and his group came into view. Judging from their animated conversation, they must have made quite a haul. However, Henry noticed that there seemed to be someone tied to the back of Arthur's horse.

"Hey, Henry."

Dutch was also in high spirits. The robbery was a great success, which restored his confidence and established his authority.

They received a large sum of bonds, a considerable amount of cash, and of course, a considerable amount of high-end goods that wealthy Cornwallers routinely kept in their private carriages, such as cigars, fine wines, and jewelry.

Upon seeing Henry from afar, he was the first to greet him, needing someone of high status and equal standing to share in his success and joy.

"Dutch, it seems your operation was a great success. Congratulations."

"Very successful. Of course, we also want to thank you for the intelligence and explosives. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten the information you asked for. I've told Arthur to take it with him when he searches the carriages. You can go get it from him in a bit. I know you two are very close."

We also acquired quite a few high-end cigars and fine wines this time; we'll have a couple of drinks later.

Dutch handed Henry a cigar wrapped in a wooden box.

Henry opened it and took a look. Good heavens, it was a Partagas Cuban cigar. In later generations, this brand of cigars was world-renowned for its rich taste and unique aroma. A regular model would cost at least several hundred RMB.

Of course, at this time, because taxes and costs were not as high as they would be in later years, prices weren't as outrageous. Each one ranged from a few cents to over ten dollars.

The one that Dutch handed over was clearly a special, high-end model, packaged in a wooden box with three tubes. However, there are still two left, probably because Cornwall used one tube regularly.

“Oh, thank you so much, Dutch. I’d like to experience how the cigars and fine wines that these financial tycoons enjoy on a daily basis are different from mine.”

Dutch was very satisfied with Henry's performance; it was worth the effort of giving him such an expensive cigar that he himself had never smoked. However, getting Henry's surprise was also worthwhile, as he managed to save face a little.

.......

At the dinner, everyone was very excited. The successful robbery brought them all a sigh of relief. With money in the gang, life would be much better from now on.

Micah went around the camp loudly boasting about the many high-end goods he had looted, as well as the valuable bearer bonds.

Then Lenny, who couldn't stand it, retorted.

“Micah, shut up. Arthur and I handled everything. I didn’t see you recklessly jumping onto the train.”

“I admit that you and Arthur worked very hard and your contributions were indispensable, but I also contributed later on. At least I helped you drive away Colm and his men.”

During this period, Micah still didn't dare to offend Arthur, and often tried various ways to curry favor with him, hoping to gain Arthur's approval. Of course, he also had a good impression of this brave and skilled black guy, and considered him one of the few people in the camp he respected.

Dutch, meanwhile, sat next to Henry and Hosea, eating roast meat and laughing as he watched them bicker.

He was pleased with Micah's boasting, as it made everyone realize how much they had gained, enhanced his prestige within the gang, and made everyone more convinced of his decisions.

Hosea remained silent, quietly eating his dinner. He still harbored resentment towards Dutch for his unauthorized actions, but he knew that saying anything now would be useless. He could only continue to ponder the feasibility of Henry's earlier suggestion.

......

"Henry, it seems like there are fewer people in the camp. It's like all your men are gone."

Dutch took out the premium brandy he had plundered in Cornwall—Hennessy—poured two glasses, and handed one to Henry and the other to Hosea.

This is a high-quality spirit founded in 1765 by Richard Hennessy in the Cognac region of France. It has a smooth, mellow taste with rich fruit and spice aromas, along with hints of aging and woodiness. Its flavor is truly incomparable to inferior spirits.

"This wine tastes really good. I didn't expect that tycoon had such a good collection."

"Since the blizzard has stopped, I told them to go back first. Zhang Wei and I stayed behind, planning to wander around and experience life in the West. To be honest, I've spent most of my life in the East and haven't really had a chance to appreciate the magnificent scenery of the West. Of course, I'll also take the opportunity to check out the markets in various parts of the West."

Hearing Henry's words, Dutch relaxed a lot, as Henry's armed squad had put a lot of pressure on him. His keen intuition told him that there were several strong fighters in Henry's squad whose combat skills were close to his own.

As for the strongest, Henry, he selectively ignored him. In his view, Henry was just a young playboy who posed no real threat.

"I don't know, Henry, where are you planning to go next? I discussed it with Hosea before, and we plan to set off east early tomorrow morning to camp near Valentine, a livestock town in the east. Do you want to come with us?"

Dutch extended an invitation to Henry, who now held a fairly good impression of him. After all, Henry had helped them several times recently at crucial moments, and they were largely credited with Henry's role in their successful overcoming of this crisis. This was one of the reasons why he was willing to offer him his favorite Cuban cigars.

"Of course, if you don't mind me coming along, I happen to be somewhat interested in Valentine, this small livestock town."

"Maybe I'll need your help with something in the future, something that will be paid for."

Henry accepted Dutch's invitation, which suited him perfectly, but he had no intention of staying at Horseshoe Watch. Why would he choose to live a life of hardship when there were perfectly good hotels available?

That kind of camping life is wonderful for a day or two, but it becomes torture if you stay for too long. Besides, you have to eat Pearson's big pot stew with no idea what kind of flavor it tastes like.

"Dutch, I think I just saw someone tied to Arthur's horse. Who was it? Could you tell me?"

Henry recounted the strange events he had witnessed, but due to the darkness and distance, he couldn't make out the bound person's appearance. He couldn't recall this incident in the original storyline; could it be another change caused by his butterfly wings?

"There's nothing inconvenient about it. In fact, we have to thank you, Henry. If you hadn't wiped out most of Colm's main force, our operation would have encountered many more complications."