New Gods of North America

"Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da..."

Wayne drove the town hall carriage along the road through the wilderness.

Today, the steam train station in Blackrock Town is about 20 kilometers away from the town. It takes about an hour to get there by horse. If you use a horse carriage, the time will at least double.

According to the original plan, the terminus of this steam train line should be about two kilometers away from Blackstone Town.

However, due to funding issues, the construction of the railway has currently stalled at a place that is still a long distance away from the town.

Most of the people who came to the West were pragmatic. Seeing that it would take another two or three years to solve the funding problem, the mayor arranged for people to build a temporary station at the end of the already repaired line.

Anyway, it’s almost at my doorstep, so I’ll just use it for now.

Steam train transportation in Kansas is not yet well developed. Currently, steam trains come once every four days on average, usually arriving in the afternoon of the previous day and returning from the terminal at noon the next day.

When the steam train arrives, the station traffic becomes higher than in many western towns. Many young ladies that you usually don't see in the town can be seen in the station.

Kansas is still in its pioneering period, with every person being an experienced horse rider. The first industries to develop were agriculture and animal husbandry, so meat, eggs and milk are not expensive locally.

Enough exercise and adequate nutrition, plus the fact that ladies in the west are generally warm, open, and straightforward, most of them don't hide anything.

So when you look around at crowded stations, you can often see corset dresses with large round necklines, each of which looks rich and generous.

In other words, Wayne has just traveled here not long ago and is still addicted to shooting. If it were someone else, he would have been addicted to shooting a long time ago.

Today is such a crowded day.

Wayne took off his police badge and walked into the makeshift pub next to the temporary station, which was now full of people, probably waiting for the train or seeing someone off.

According to the clothes and appearance described by the mayor and the description on the wanted poster torn from the wall of the police station, Wayne quickly found his target, "Grey Wolf" Freddy, who was sitting alone in a corner of the tavern.

He had $250 on him, the sum of which was the cost of at least six lives.

"Hey--

"Old fellow—"

After seeing the target, Wayne waved his hand at "Grey Wolf" Freddy ostentatiously, attracting everyone's attention. Many locals have recognized their old neighbor and the newly appointed sheriff.

Walking up to the obviously alert "Grey Wolf" Freddy, Wayne lowered his voice:

"Come out with me to fight, Freddy the Gray Wolf.

“If you win, you can leave here safely and no one will know who you are.

"If you lose, the bounty will naturally belong to me."

——There’s nothing I can do, I’ve got to love what I do.

In the tavern, just ignore everything and fire two shots at the target, which is the right only for a bounty hunter passing by.

As the sheriff of the town, Wayne had no choice but to lure the desperadoes out first to prevent the townspeople's legal property and personal safety from suffering accidental losses.

Freddie Iverson, nicknamed "Grey Wolf", put down his glass and stared at the revolver on Wayne's waist. "Are you a bounty hunter?"

Wayne didn't answer him, but put on an arrogant attitude, but his voice was still low:

"I'll give you ten seconds to think about it. If you still don't agree to duel with me after ten seconds, everyone here will know that you are the wanted criminal worth $250 - 'Grey Wolf' Freddy."

"Of course," Wayne paused, "You can also choose to shoot now. But there are so many people around now. If you hurt people here for no reason, you will never have the chance to board the steam train again."

After whispering, Wayne turned sideways to the other people in the tavern and raised his voice:

“Gentlemen!

"I invite this friend to have a formal duel with me outside the tavern. Please be a witness and see who is the real man between the two of us!"

The tavern suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Following a series of small rustling noises, a sentiment called "watching for fun" began to spread, and someone in the tavern immediately followed his heart and responded directly -

"Yohoo! MAN! Stop sitting there, be a man, take out your dick and fuck him!"

This sentence ignited the emotions at the scene like gunpowder. As soon as the words fell, a burst of laughter broke out in the tavern.

“Hahahahahaha—”

The voices of booing began to mix in and fan the flames:

"Stand up! Show him who's the big guy!"

"Stop being such a sissy!"

"The steam train is coming, hurry up and don't waste time!"

No one knew who started it, but people began to clap their hands on the table in unison in a slightly faster but rhythmic tempo. The drunkards' emotions gradually became heated, and the atmosphere at the scene began to become noisy.

"duel!"

"duel!"

"Duel! Duel!"

…

This was the tavern culture of the Wild West of that era.

If you lose a duel, people will at most laugh at your poor skills.

But if you don't dare to accept the challenge, drunkards will regard you as a disgrace to manhood.

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Even if they don't know either of the two people who are going to duel, it doesn't stop them from making a fuss while watching.

At this time, "Grey Wolf" Freddy, who was at the center of the crowd's attention, drank the whiskey in the glass amid the booing, then smashed the glass on the table with a sound, and others also stood up.

Then he raised his chin at Wayne with anger, "Go! Go out and duel!"

"Wow--"

As "Grey Wolf" Freddy accepted the challenge, the atmosphere on the scene was pushed directly to the peak of joy, and some people even applauded.

"That's right!"

"That's what it means to be a man!"

"Come on! Don't lose to that pretty boy Wayne!"

Hey, you are one of us, why are you making personal attacks on me?

Just as "Grey Wolf" Freddy walked in front of Wayne with a majestic step, and pushed open the butterfly doors of the tavern with full masculinity -

Wayne took advantage of the fact that he was leaning forward and kicked him out in a very unsportsmanlike manner.

Then the people near the tavern entrance were very surprised to see a man suddenly fall out of the tavern and fall to the ground in front of the door.

Then Wayne trotted out of the tavern and used a violent shooting action, kicking "Grey Wolf" Freddy, who fell to the ground, between his legs with his toes.

"ah!!!"

An extremely tragic wailing sound suddenly rang out.

The men who witnessed this scene all tightened a nerve in their bodies unconsciously, as if a phantom pain that they could relate to was coming from their lower bodies.

"Asshole! You're insulting the duel!"

Among the crowd that had followed out of the pub wanting to watch the excitement, someone suddenly cursed out loud in anger.

It seemed that some people wanted to rush over and take action, but were stopped by some locals.

Oh, naive.

Who wants to duel with a wanted criminal if it is not necessary?

How could American-style Iai be so inconvenient?

Even if you are immortal, if a bullet hits you, won’t it hurt?

Wayne ignored the shouting and pulled out his revolver, pointing it at the head of "Grey Wolf" Freddy, who had his hands between his legs.

First, he took out the revolver from his body and threw it to an open space a little further away. Then he took out the outdated handcuffs and handcuffed him.

At this time, Wayne walked aside and put away the pistol of "Grey Wolf" Freddy. At the same time, he showed his shining golden police badge and the wanted warrant he was carrying:

"I am Wayne Constantine, the sheriff of Blackstone. And this man is the former gang leader, 'Gray Wolf' Freddy, who killed at least six innocent American citizens.

"I am now performing my duty to arrest him. Anyone who has any objections to this is welcome to come to the Black Rock Town Police Station to see me at any time."

Let's not talk about those people who came out of the tavern to watch the fun.

Outside the tavern, there were a few young ladies who were unaware of the situation but were enthusiastic. They cheered in unison as they saw Wayne, who looked so righteous and obviously victorious.

A large area of ​​white flowers was shaking.