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On the hills around Heishui Town, there was a bonfire and two tents.

A night watchman.

The picture looks very quiet from a certain angle in the sky.

Soon the man who was watching the night added a little firewood with his hands, and the bonfire crackled and remembered some sounds.

Arthur watched the campfire quietly and took out a cigarette, which was then lit by the burning branch.

He was smoking, puffing smoke, and he was in a mess right now.

He recalled the events of the last half year, recalled the first half of his life, and he thought of Maria again.

He took out Maria's letter, and he looked at its contents. He thought of Dutch again, and again of Hosea. Then he thought of his dead father, and his mother, who had vague memories.

Then he remembered the prostitute who gave birth to his son many years ago, and he still remembered her appearance.

She thought of his dead son again, and she seemed to remember his appearance.

If he hadn't died, he would have been two years older than Jack by now, and maybe they could have been friends. Remember the URL m.xbeqge. com

Maybe I shouldn't have contacted them, or maybe I should have taken them to live in a place without acquaintances.

Or maybe he shouldn't have followed Dutch, followed him to kill, followed him to be a robber.

Arthur didn't know why, but he suddenly resented himself for being a robber.

If it weren't for this identity, he would have been able to summon the courage to take the prostitute and his son away forever.

If it wasn't for this status, he would not have been resolutely opposed by Maria's father back then.

If it wasn't for this status, he might not have to watch his beloved marry another man.

If not this identity. . . . Everything might be fine.

Arthur jerked the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it into the fire.

"Fake~"

Arthur whispered.

The time went down at more than four in the morning, and Charles got up.

Then he saw Arthur crouching by the campfire.

"Arthur, go and rest."

Arthur looked up at him.

He nodded and said nothing.

Charles thought Arthur seemed a little weird.

Then he added some firewood to the fire.

Time is lost without knowing it.

At seven-thirty the next morning, Charles called the three of them up.

After simply packing up, the four of them headed for the upper reaches of the Montana River.

The four of them squatted on the mountain where the bounty hunters must pass by the river.

"Your hours can be trusted? They are bound to appear here?" Arthur asked Trelawney beside him after squatting here for half an hour.

"Of course, Ike Skedding's subordinates will press Sean into a camp in the upper reaches of the Montana River. Then transfer it to the government there. The news is absolutely credible." Trelawney vowed.

"Upstream? We're going to stop the government people before they get to the camp." Arthur thought for a moment and then turned to Charles.

"Charles, you go from the north to see their camp location. We will follow them from this side. Then we will meet there."

"Okay, I'll go first." Charles nodded and walked north on his horse.

After about half an hour, they saw a small boat upstream.

The three took out the binoculars to examine carefully, three bounty hunters, and a very strong prisoner who was **** in the stern.

"Is it him?" Trelawney asked awkwardly, holding the binoculars.

"It's him, I can't forget this bragging tuber." Javier looked at the people on the boat and said with a smile.

"Well, let's follow them here first." Arthur said after watching for a while.

"Arthur, I think the recent government and bounty hunters are stepping up their efforts, you know?" Trelawney reminded secretly.

"Yes, we rescue Sean first, and then we go out to hide from the limelight. There will always be a place for us to hide in this country," Arthur responded.

"I hope so." The three of them followed the boat all the way upstream, and then stopped at a gap.

The three took out binoculars to observe the group of bounty hunters.

"It looks like they're taking him into the valley," Trelawney said.

"What do these bounty hunters do?" Javier asked as he watched.

"I don't know Ike Skedding very well, but I heard that there are quite a few of them, and they have made a little reputation in the past year or two." Arthur thought about the information in his head.

"Oh~ that kick is not light." Javier saw in the binoculars that Sean was kicked, and Sean's whole body curled up into a shrimp.

"Charle is opposite." Javier said suddenly.

Arthur looked across, and Charles waved at the three of them.

"Come on, let's solve the following two." Arthur urged.

On the other side, on a ridge not far from Strawberry Town, Micah was holding a wanted notice in his hand.

"Fake, there's so much bounty for a big robbery. I've been in New Austin for more than ten years and only got $1,100. Fake~" Micah complained about the difference in the bounty between the two sides.

The main reason he didn't go back to camp with Arthur the day before yesterday was because he was afraid that Detective Pinkerton had actually found Dutch and the Pinkerton guys would shake out what they told them, even though he didn't actually tell them. them.

But who knows if the idiots in the gang will give him a chance to defend himself, especially after seeing Arthur's marksmanship, he doesn't know if he has a chance to escape.

He was going to board for a while, at least to make sure that the camp was temporarily safe. And his cooperation with Detective Pinkerton is not out of the question.

Although everyone in the current Vanderlinde Gang is very elite, it is too burdensome. Those prostitutes, those guys who only know how to eat but not work, they actually have a child.

Even the cook who basically can't use a gun is a burden to Micah, and a top gang shouldn't have that much burden.

The Van der Linde Gunners are all good, but those nuisances need to be taken out.

The Federation's ultimate lackey, the Pinkerton Detective Agency, might be able to get the Van der Linde gang to cut through that baggage.

Micah doesn't mind being Dutch's subordinate, in fact he never cares who's subordinate, as long as he is like-minded. It doesn't matter who he thinks is the boss.

Dutch is that like-minded friend, and the one that fits best.

Because they are one kind of people.

He could feel that he needed to thank the old **** for getting to know Dutch.

Dutch thought it was a chance encounter with him in the tavern, but it wasn't.

But that didn't stop him from following Dutch.

Daqi is a perfect match for Micah's heart of the leader candidate, has strength, can act, has ideas, as well as inner madness and yearning for freedom.

The freedom he speaks of is naturally not freedom in the eyes of the general public.

It was the freedom of the gold rush decades ago.

Ah~ It was an era of freedom that everyone yearned for.

Micah sighed with emotion, and then he put Dutch's reward close to his bullet bag.

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