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Three horses and four people started to walk towards the camp. Four wolves jumped out and wanted to attack them, but they were jumped by Arthur and John before they got close.

"Did you see any other wolves?" Javier asked while galloping.

"No more." John replied affirmatively after looking around.

"We're going to leave here quickly. Marston, sit still, I'm going to speed up." Javier said to Marston behind him, and then began to swing the whip quickly.

"God!" Marston complained immediately, being torn to the wound by the futile acceleration.

The three of them rode horses for an hour and rushed down the mountain quickly.

"Let's walk in the stream for a while to get rid of some footprints and smells. I don't want to lead the wolves to the camp." Javier suggested when passing the stream.

This proposal was agreed by the three, and then the three rode along the stream for about twenty minutes.

"Hey guys, we should make up a better story about the injury on Marston's face." Seeing that the camp was not far away, Arthur relaxed and joked.

"So, being cold, losing too much blood, starving, being almost eaten by wolves, and falling off a cliff, aren't these enough to satisfy you?" Marston might also feel that he was about to return to the camp, so his words also brought Take it easy.

"Hahaha, let's go back to the camp." Arthur laughed unkindly.

"This way." Javier directed the road.

Then I went ashore, and then walked for more than half an hour, and finally saw the abandoned small village.

"Marston, have you seen those buildings? That's our camp, we'll be there soon." Javier said to Marston behind him.

"They look good." Marston felt better after hearing Javier's words, and he was no longer weak when speaking.

The three approached and entered the village, and Javier shouted loudly, and the women came out to help.

"Hey anyone out there to help us take Marston down?"

"Come out and help, ladies!" Arthur said too.

The three stopped their horses before the house, and John and Arthur unloaded Marston.

The people in the room also rushed out.

Abigail rushed out in great surprise, "You're still alive, you're still alive!"

In this way, Marston was surrounded by the general staff and led down.

And Abigail kept saying to John, Arthur, and Javier, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

After saying a lot of thanks, I followed Marston down.

"Good job. Hehe." Hosea patted Arthur and Javier on the shoulders and said.

"Do you have any other little girls to save?" Arthur responded jokingly.

"No, it's gone, it's gone for today." Hosea shook his head and then said to John next to him

"Thank you, Mr. Wick."

"It's easy, ah, I also brought back a wolf, maybe thirty or forty pounds of meat, where to put it?" John said generously, then patted the wolf on the horse's back and asked.

"Just take it to the kitchen and give it to that fat guy Pearson," Arthur said.

"kindness."

John tied the horse and led the wolf into the kitchen.

Pearson is cooking dinner. The smell was okay, but looking at John couldn't stop his mouth.

"Oh pretty boy, what did you bring me? A fifty-plus-pound wolf?" Pearson was delighted to see the wolf on John's shoulder.

"Hurry up, just put it on the table, I'll handle it, haha, do you drink?" Pearson said happily, and threw a bottle of unknown wine to John.

John took a sip, I'm sick! The taste is very punchy.

"Haha, this is Navy rum, the best wine." Pearson explained proudly seeing John's expression.

"I remember when I was in the navy, we were stranded at sea without any source of food. For fifty days." Pearson suddenly talked about his time in the navy.

"In the end, I survived unfortunately." After saying this, Pearson looked very lonely and vicissitudes.

"Wow, what a great experience." John nodded and praised after hearing it.

"That's the fifty days I don't want to recall in my life." Pierce seemed to want to talk about the fifty days experience with John.

But John wasn't that interested, so he headed out of the kitchen.

"Then remember less, and add more sadness." Before leaving, he said such a sentence.

And Pearson, who was preparing the story, watched John's leaving back and the words left behind, which blocked Pearson's wonderful sea survival story.

"Maybe he just doesn't want to hear it today." Pearson shook his head and muttered to himself, then picked up the knife and started cutting up the fifty or sixty-pound wolf.

John came to the big house again, planning to chat with everyone by the fire and try to integrate into the gang.

When I came to the house, there were far fewer people this time than I saw today.

Now there are only Javier, Charles (a mixed-race black and Indian is a high-end hunter), Pastor Orville (a priest, an alcoholic who knows some third-rate medical skills), Hosea and Arthur.

He still didn't see Dutch, maybe he wanted to keep his boss mysterious characteristics, John had never seen him sitting with other people and chatting or something.

"Hey." As soon as John came in, he greeted the strong men present, and then he took a stool and sat by the fireplace to warm up.

"I noticed that the wind and snow outside seems to be a little lighter, maybe it will really stop tomorrow." John broke the calm with a casual opening.

"That's the best way. We'll stay here for another two days and wait for the snow on the road to melt before we can go down the mountain." Hosea said while smoking a pipe.

"Mr. Wick, do you have any plans in the future? Go back to Blackwater Town?" Hosea asked about John's itinerary.

"I will try to fulfill my purpose of coming here, and then wait for Blackwater Town." Of course, John will not forget the purpose he said to Dutch.

"Well, we can indeed ask Arthur to help at that time, he is the most knowledgeable about horses in the gang." Hosea suggested.

"I think so too." John responded with a smile, then he looked at Arthur who was on the side and asked, "You will help, right, Arthur."

"I haven't forgotten what I promised you that night." Arthur nodded in response.

"So, how is Mr. Marston doing?" John asked John Marston who was rescued by several people.

"The injury can't be said to be serious, but it will take some time to recover." Orville continued on the sidelines.

"He needs to be grateful to be alive," Arthur said.

John took another bottle of whiskey out of his backpack and took a sip. Then he glanced at Arthur and didn't hand it to him immediately.

Instead, he reached out and handed it to Javier, "This wine is not bad, let the partners have a taste."

Javier took a sip, nodded with a satisfied expression, and handed it to Orville, the priest next to him. Orville's eyes lit up when he saw John take out the wine. When it was his turn, he quickly took a drink. gulp.

Then he praised with a very satisfied expression, "This bottle of whiskey is worth at least thirty dollars. Falk! I haven't had a whiskey of this quality in a long time." After speaking, he took another sip.

When he was about to take a third sip, Arthur grabbed it from the side.

"I'm thirsty, go to the manger to drink water, idiot." After speaking, he took another sip, and then handed the wine to Hosea who was beside him. Hosea did not refuse, and after taking a sip, he also agreed with Pastor Orville's statement.

"Excellent whiskey indeed. Charles." Then he handed the wine to Charles.

Charles was tall, with thicker limbs than Arthur.

When he was finished, he handed the bottle back to John.

John took a sip and handed the remaining wine to Arthur.

Arthur drank the wine without any politeness, and then threw the bottle in the corner.

"Where's Dutch? I don't think I've seen him all day." John asked casually.

"He seems to have something to do today, and he took Micah out. I don't know if he's back." Javier said what he knew.

"By the way, last time I heard you say Dutch had a problem with the Odrico Gang? He won't go to trouble with the Odrico Gang, right?" John took out his cigarettes after drinking.

"It's possible that Daqi has a big problem with them." Orville stepped forward to chat.

"What kind of Dafa?" John asked curiously, looking at the flattering pastor in front of him.

"Some gangs have a holiday, and it's a normal fight. You are a detective, and you will find out after investigating." Hosea said proactively, as if he didn't like John asking about Dutch's past.

But Hosea didn't want to tell John that doesn't mean everyone didn't want to "Yes, it's the normal gang fight. The boss of the Odrico gang killed Dutch's beloved, and Dutch killed Colm's younger brother. "

The alcoholic pastor didn't seem to understand what Hosea meant. Said directly.

"Oh, that's it." John looked at the pastor and nodded.

"If you're drunk, go to rest, don't stay here and play like a drunk, get out!" Hosea scolded Orville in a serious manner.

Seeing Hosea's pale and beardless face, the alcoholic pastor shrank his head and walked out.

"A fool who knows how to drink all day long." Hosea taunted him after he left.

"It's no wonder Dach always seems to have a fire in his heart. He looks more fighting than young people." John joked intentionally or unintentionally.

John's half-joking opinion of Dach caught the attention of several people in the room. The first one was Hosea. He looked at John with a cheerful expression, and then frowned slightly.

The second one was Arthur. He also glanced at John when he heard this, his blue eyes flickered with thought from time to time.

The last one was Charles. He lowered his head after only looking at John, but there seemed to be some inexplicable expression in his dark brown eyes.

John didn't seem to know that his words had attracted the attention of several people.

Only Javier didn't think of anything because of this sentence.

After chatting with a few people for a while, they went to the kitchen to eat one after another.

After a while there were only John and Charles left.

John looked at this thick and steady mixed-race kid, and took the initiative to say hello.

"Hey, I'm John Wick, nice to meet you."

"Charles Smith. Nice to meet you, Mr. Wick." Charles showed no resistance to John's kindness.

"Are you a mixed race? I see some of the same characteristics between you and my friend." John said looking for a topic.

"Your friend is also black." Charles said self-deprecatingly.

"An Indian," said John, laughing, his expression sincere.

Charles looked John up and down carefully, perhaps because John's temperament and appearance were too outstanding. Charles is subjectively less convinced that he has an Indian friend, but John's tone is sincere.

"You don't seem to be friends with Indians." Charles said after a moment of silence.

"His name is Yakeda, and he told me that his patriarch's name is Luoyu, and he has a friend named Feiying." John briefly described Yakeda's appearance and character.

"He's a very friendly guy, and sometimes I'm lucky to have him as a friend."

"Jacques? It sounds familiar. But I know Flying Eagle. Where did your friend end up?" Charles is indeed familiar with this name, but there are quite a few Indians named Jaquetta.

"Going back to his tribe, I told him some news, I hope it will help him." John said with a smile on Jacques' face, the young Indian who worried about the country and the people was indeed interesting.

"It's really hard for Indians. You guessed it right, I'm half-Indian. My mother is Indian." Charles took the cigarette that John handed him.

"I often see you carrying a bow. Are you a hunter?" John said looking at his dark face.

"Yes, I hunted for a living by myself when I was fourteen. Then I lived in many places in the west." Charles didn't hide much about his past, perhaps because John's Indian friends really played a role.

"Then how did you join this gang?" John asked what he wanted to ask.

"Me? Oh, maybe this gang is different." Charles snorted, then took a puff of cigarette and said again.

"You know, although the Federation is very free, it is compared to you people, whether the government admits it or not, their blacks and Indians have always been oppressed, and the status of blacks and Indians has always been at a disadvantage. Of course, the Indians What's worse, they will be discriminated against wherever they go, which is the norm."

"But this gang is different. I never feel that they look at me strangely. They are all friendly. I can join any gang, but this gang is different." Charles threw the cigarette butts into the fireplace.

"Maybe it's because of Dutch's freedom fighter theory." John said with a smile about Dutch's brainwashing remarks.

"Hehe..." Regarding this theory, Charles did not answer, but laughed. People can't guess his thoughts on this theory.

John also clicked a little bit, and didn't discuss the issue of Dutch too much. Although Charles was similar to Micah soon after he joined the gang, he did have a good impression of this gang.

At this moment, Mr. Pearson walked in.

"Oh, I'm dying of cold." Pearson took off his gloves and walked to the furnace wall to warm up.

"Pretty boy, I saw you eat today, why? Do you have any doubts about my cooking skills?"

"No, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com No, no, don't blame me, Mr. Pearson. I just saw that there is not much food, and I still have dry food with me, so I don't mean to question your cooking skills." Every time John saw Pearson's baldness and long hair felt comical.

"Then go and have a taste and see if the navy chef's craft can satisfy your little appetite." Pearson insisted that John go to the kitchen to try his craft.

"Of course, to be honest, I'm really hungry. See you tomorrow, Charles." After speaking, he got up and walked out the door.

"This kid must think that I'm not good at cooking. He thought I couldn't see it." Pearson looked at John who was leaving and turned to Charles.

"Hehe." Charles laughed twice and didn't answer.

John, who was going out, took out a bottle of whiskey from his backpack, and then walked towards the alcoholic pastor's room.

"Other people are so active, do you always have to give something back to others?" John opened the whiskey and took a few sips, then poured out another third, leaving more than half. Then he closed the lid and walked towards the pastor's room.