Red Dead Redemption: The Great Philanthropist of the West

He slept soundly until dawn, scooped up a handful of cool stream water to wash his face, ate breakfast, and then set off on his quest to find the horse, full of energy once again.

To reach Lake Isabella, one must cross the Ewing Basin, and the stretch from Hound Ranch to the Ewing Basin is a major gathering place for the Odrisco gang, so Henry is very careful when traversing the mountain roads.

After crossing the Ewing Basin and approaching Lake Isabella, Henry thought he was safe, but as expected, another unexpected incident occurred: several members of the Austrian gang jumped out from the only roadway, wielding dilapidated repeating rifles.

"Hey kid. You better hand over all your valuables. I don't want to waste my precious bullets," one of the ringleaders shouted as he blocked Henry's path.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, brother, be careful not to accidentally fire. I have money, lots of money, I'll get it for you right now..." There were only four people, so it wasn't a big problem. Henry pretended to be about to get the money, then suddenly pulled out a Schofield revolver, opened its eyes, and bang bang bang... bang, a clean and decisive headshot.

After briefly touching the corpse, he quickly left. He didn't have much—just a few loose dollars and a few bottles of medicine—which at least slightly replenished Henry's depleted wallet, ensuring he wouldn't be without money for food and lodging once he reached town.

Around 2 p.m., Henry finally arrived at the northwest side of Lake Isabella, the most likely location for Arabian horses. He planned to set up camp there and wait for two days.

If he doesn't meet him, it just means their time hasn't come yet, and he has to keep going. After all, this isn't a game; the horse will always be there waiting for Arthur's favor.

Henry tethered his Andalusian horse to a tree, fed it some hay and a few turnips, and then set up camp in a sheltered spot with a good view.

After eating a few cans of meat, I took out the potent herbivore bait that I had prepared yesterday and scattered them in the grass where the Arabian white horses might appear.

Once they're in place, just wait for them to take effect. As for whether you'll catch anything, that depends on luck.

The surveillance was boring. Henry wanted to take a walk around the lake; he remembered there were plenty of good things nearby.

For example, there's a very large legendary fish in this lake. I forget if it was a North American pike or a sockeye salmon, but it weighed at least 40 pounds. I fished for it many times before finally catching it.

It's a pity he didn't bring his fishing rod this time, otherwise it would have been quite enjoyable to fish while waiting. The fish here are all very big, and it would have been very rewarding to catch them.

Wandering to the north side of the lake, Henry discovered a large cave with a wrecked carriage and a long-dead man at the entrance. After casually searching, he unexpectedly found a beautiful piece of cobalt blue petrified wood, a small gold nugget, and a gold ring.

Surprisingly, it hadn't been looted for so long, allowing Henry to snag a bargain. Since he'd taken the man's things, Henry decided to dig a hole nearby and bury him properly. Henry was a man of principle; he wouldn't take something for nothing.

By the time the pit was filled in, it was already evening. Henry returned to the vicinity of the camp to check if the bait he had laid had yielded any results.

Instead of finding the white horse, they captivated a white-tailed deer and a elk nearby. Perfect timing, they carried them back to cook dinner.

After a satisfying meal, the leftover ingredients were cooked into ready-made meals and stored in the backpack for future use, so that there would be no need to eat dry, salty meat and biscuits when traveling in the future.

He quickly processed the two deer: butchered them, seasoned them, put them on the grill, and packed them up.

Then I made several more potent herbivore baits laced with a sedative. I placed them by the lake and then returned to continue my watch.

During his surveillance, Henry also spotted a large white bison. After eating a potent bait with added ingredients, the bison was completely unharmed, making Henry wonder if he had used the wrong drug.

However, we can't fire now, lest we disturb the white dragon horse that might be nearby. We can only let it slowly leave.

After watching for another half hour without any movement, Henry went straight to sleep. If there was still no gold by tomorrow, he would have to set off again. There were still more than a dozen gold bars waiting for him to dig up.

When I woke up in the morning, the sunlight shone on the white snow, and the world seemed to be covered by a soft, silvery-white veil, with each snowflake sparkling with crystal light.

Golden rays of light pierced through the thin morning mist, the warmth of the sun intertwining with the chill of the snow, creating a tranquil and mysterious atmosphere.

Henry was in a good mood, a very good mood. Especially when he saw the white figure not far away, lightly chewing on the potent bait.

Quietly waiting for the medicine to take effect, perhaps it had evaporated overnight, or perhaps the white horse was simply too strong. The medicine took effect very slowly.

After waiting for another ten minutes or so, Henry couldn't resist sneaking closer to the white horse from its blind spot. Perhaps the drug had taken effect, because the white horse was no longer as alert as usual, and Henry seized the opportunity to jump onto its back.

Then they began to dance on the snow, leaping, spinning, and dancing without stopping, until more than half an hour later, when the white horse finally stopped, panting heavily. Its face was full of sorrow, as if it had lost the light of the future, and had lost its freedom and hope.

"Easy, easy, good girl, don't be so down. If you follow me, I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury. Work hard, and maybe I'll find you a prince charming to keep you company."

Henry comforted the white horse while taking out a carefully prepared horse feed made of scrambled eggs, beets, and hay, all the while making grand promises to the horse.

Whether it was the delicious feed or Henry's flatbread that worked, the Arabian white horse, though still unhappy with the person on its back, was not as resistant as it had been at the beginning.

"How about you call yourself White Dragon from now on, White Dragon Horse?" Henry, who was terrible at naming things, consulted the Arabian White Horse.

Although the white horse couldn't speak, its disdainful look and eye-rolling expression suggested it was ready to ditch anyone who dared to call it that. So, the suggestion was quickly changed to "Flying Snow, Flying Snow is fine, it represents both purity and speed."

Hearing Henry's explanation, White Horse shook his head smugly, looking like he was reluctantly accepting it.

After breakfast, Henry mounted Flying Snow and rode his Andalusian white horse toward Adler Ranch, pondering how to prevent Sadie from becoming a widow.

This is very difficult, after all, who would give up their current happy life because of a few words from a stranger?

This matter can't be rushed. To make a statement effective, we need to first create opportunities to get to know Sadie and Yak, and gain their trust and friendship. Only then can we analyze the situation for them and persuade them to move out in advance.