Red Dead Redemption Dawn

John, who was leaning in front of the door, was smoking a cigarette and looked at Hosea who also came out. He looked worriedly in the direction of the Dutch six.

Then Hosea seemed to sense a gaze that had been watching him.

Looking down his gaze, he saw that the good-looking guy was smoking a cigarette while leaning against the stake.

Seeing himself looking over, he smiled friendly.

This made Hosea a little upset. The conversation last night gave him some bad thoughts, but he didn't think that Dutch would really be the same as what this guy said. The last order was a bad check.

He knows Dutch, which is the understanding and trust of his partners for nearly three decades.

Dutch will lead the gang members to retire with him. They will eventually live in Tahiti, which is like spring all year round. Maybe he will raise a few cats to relieve his boredom. Arthur may find a local woman to marry, or he may also The idea of ​​finding one has never wavered.

Hosea glanced at John, then withdrew his gaze, and walked into the kitchen.

Seeing Hosea withdrew his gaze, John stopped standing there. Instead, he went to the room of a wounded person.

Opening the door, a bandaged Mr. Marston was chatting with Reverend Orville, who seemed to be examining Marston's injuries.

"Is he all right, Pastor?" John said as he entered.

"The situation is fine. It will take a while to recover, maybe a week or two." Pastor Orville was very happy to see John, and was happy to answer his questions.

"Hey Marston. How are you feeling?" John greeted, turning to look at the bandaged guy.

"Fortunately, thank you, Mr. Wake." Marston was very fond of the detective who found him for the first time.

"You can call me John, that's what Arthur calls me." John took out a cigarette and said to him, "Here's one?"

"Mr. Wake, this doesn't help his injury," the pastor reminded, but John interrupted him directly.

"But it won't make his injury worse."

After speaking, John helped Marston up, made him half lie on the bed, and put the cigarette in his mouth. Then set him on fire.

"Want one?" John handed the cigarette to the priest again.

"No, thank you." The pastor shook his head and refused. He was not a big smoker, so he wouldn't smoke if it wasn't necessary.

Then the pastor got up and said to the two of them, "I'll go out and see if I need help. Let's talk."

After he finished speaking, he went straight out.

John sat in the pastor's chair and said to Marston, "How about your wife, didn't you come in today?"

"Wife? Maybe." Marston said mockingly.

"Isn't she your wife? Jack is your son, how could she not be your wife?" John said half-jokingly.

"Well, Jack is my son, but I haven't had much contact with him. I don't know how to chat with him or something." Marston looked like an honest man, telling about his relationship with Abigail and Jack delicate relationship.

"Just chat about what he likes, like how you once rushed into a rival gang alone and rescued Abigail. Or how you led gang members out of trouble in adversity, children like heroes, you put yourself Tell him from his past and become his hero." John casually said something to communicate with the child.

Then John Marston shook his head in surprise and said, "I didn't save Abigail alone, I didn't even save her, I just got drunk at a party with her, and then we had Jack. And I'm a robber, I'm not a hero."

"Hehe~" John suddenly laughed when he looked at Marston's serious face.

So John kept smiling and said to him, "Mr. Marston, you can tell him that you rescued, I think that's what he likes to hear. Then he'll ask you a lot of questions, and then you'll say something along those lines. He likes it. That way you can communicate with him and your relationship will get better."

But Marston nodded, and then said with a puzzled face, "I can try next time, but I really haven't done the things you said."

"Hehehe, okay. Honesty is a very good quality, but unfortunately you weren't lucky in your childhood." John dropped the headache.

"I was very lucky in my childhood. I met Dutch and Hosea, and of course, Arthur." Marston talked about his years.

"They taught you how to survive, didn't they."

"Yes, they taught me a lot." Marston nodded.

"But they didn't teach you more." John said cheerfully, looking at the bandaged honest man.

Then he took Marston's cigarette **** from the corner of his mouth.

"You have a good rest, I won't disturb you. See you, honest Mr. Marston." John got up and left.

"See you, Mr. Wake." John Marston nodded, then lay down and continued to cultivate.

After walking out the door, John wandered around boredly, and then saw little Jack who was playing in the snow alone.

Little Jack was born in 1895, which means he is four years old and looks like Marston in six points.

Little Jack is playing with a snowman.

John walked over and said, "Nice craftsmanship."

Little Jack was startled by the sound, then looked back at John and said, "Do you feel good?"

"Yes, it's great, maybe you can be an artist when you grow up." John squatted down and praised Jack little.

"Artist?" Little Jack was at a loss for the word.

"Yes, an artist, an artist who specializes in painting, sculpting, designing, and researching various arts. I think you have this talent." John said softly and touched Jack's head with his hand.

"Then are you an artist? Maybe you know an artist. What does an artist look like?" Jack asked three times.

"I'm a detective, a pretty good one. Of course I know artists. Artists can be anything, like when you grew up."

"Detective? Was it the detectives who hunted us down the other day?" Jack asked.

"You're so smart, those are also detectives, but I'm not the same as them, I'm not going to hunt you down." John squeezed Jack's little face, full of collagen, in this fleeing gang, little Jack always Oily, it was obvious that everyone in the gang treated him well.

"Are they still going after us?" Jack asked.

"Do you know why they're after you?" John asked rhetorically.

"Because we're robbers and they're detectives," Jack said.

"Almost." John nodded.

"But why don't you hunt us down with them?"

"I'm not like them."

"Are you also a robber?" Jack asked suspiciously.

"No, I'm a detective." John shook his head.

"Then why?" Jack was even more puzzled.

"Because I have different choices from them. There are many people in the world, and many careers, and different people have different careers. For example, some people choose to be robbers, some choose to be detectives, and some people may become artists in the future. I'm a detective, yes, but I didn't choose to go after you, and a lot of people choose to go after you, so I'm different from theirs." John thought for a moment and then said.

"Is there a choice for everything?" Jack asked again~www.NovelMTL.com~ Yes, everything has a choice, even the truth. Different choices will have different results, so when we have to make a choice, we must be cautious and never choose something that we regret. ' John nodded.

"Then what is it that I regret?" Jack's question became more and more philosophical.

"I don't know, everyone has their own regrets, and everyone's experience is different."

"Then do you have anything to regret?" Jack asked.

John frowned at the four-year-old child, and then he thought for a while before saying, "Yes, something I regretted only recently."

"What is it?"

"Squat down and chat with you."

After speaking, John got up and touched Jack's head, then turned and left here.

Jack tilted his head to look at John as he left, then went back to playing with his snow.