Red Dead Redemption Dawn

It was near noon, and John, who left early, was about to arrive at Riggs Station.

The two sides separated after leaving Devil Hill. Before leaving, Frank gave John five hundred dollars. John thought it might be too much. A dozen gunmen divided it up, and there were civilians who pretended to be gunmen, but Frank wanted to give it, and John didn't. Say a lot.

There was one more person in John's carriage, Ryan of the Mickey Gang. He was the only guy who wasn't kept silent. And because it was the first day, his energy was pretty good, and from time to time he asked John how much he wanted to condemn.

And the other guys who have been hungry for a few days have no strength to speak.

"Mr. Sheriff, I really haven't done too many bad things, please don't bring me back to Blackwater for trial." This guy has been nagging since he entered the prison van that he was a desperado because he had to.

"How old are you?" John asked without looking back with a cigarette **** in his mouth.

"26, I joined the gang for just over a year. At most, I just stole money from guns and stole something. I haven't killed anyone yet." Ryan said later.

"You must have seen other people kill people, drive~" John continued to drive the carriage.

"This, I can't stop it." Ryan hesitated for a moment and then answered cautiously.

"That's not it, you are also an accomplice, but I promised not to kill you, so I don't plan to sentence you to hang for murder and robbery, but it is normal for you to be imprisoned for a few years. Be able to be a new person, drive~!"

After John finished speaking, he drove the carriage to Blackwater Town. When he arrived at Gliss Station at three o'clock in the afternoon, John found a passerby to help him buy some food, and then left. There are so many people here that it may cause some unnecessary trouble if you stop here for the night.

There was nothing wrong all the way, crossed the upper reaches of the Montana River and came to the boundary of Blackwater Town. It was 9 o'clock in the evening and John had already seen the appearance of Blackwater Town.

The 20 or so days he had been away really made John miss the comfortable room in the hotel in Blackwater Town. February had already passed and the time had come to the beginning of March.

John found a suitable location to set up the camp tent. During this time, Ryan always wanted to come down to help, but John refused his kindness, and it was better for him to stay in the cage.

In the outskirts of Heishui Town, there is almost no one at night, but there are beasts at any time.

For example, right now, John may be targeted by a beast.

John was roasting a whole corbel on the rack, intending to treat himself with a treat, when suddenly John's horses wriggled uncomfortably and neighed in a low voice.

Although he didn't know what it was, John still decided to solve this trouble first. He didn't want his neck to be bitten off when he fell asleep.

So John fixed the corbel and soothed the somewhat panicked horse, then took out his pistol, grabbed the oil lamp and walked in the direction he sensed.

The dark night may have a greater impact on ordinary people, but it has a smaller impact on John. John's eyesight seems to have been strengthened to a certain extent. In the dark, he can vaguely see things that others can't see.

The danger he sensed was in this direction. There were trees and weeds here. John was sure there was something, but he wasn't sure what it was.

Just as John was carefully watching the movement ahead, something suddenly jumped out from a bunch of inconspicuous grass on the side and rushed towards John.

Before he could lift the gun, John was thrown to the ground. The pistol and oil lamp fell to the side. The sharp claws easily pierced John's arm. The pain caused John's adrenaline to rise. After that, the big guy was about to bite John with a big mouth. neck.

John quickly put his arm on its thick neck, and then struggled hard, trying to break free from its grip.

Then John touched the dagger on his thigh with his left hand, but he didn't have time to pull it out.

'咻~'

An arrow shot from the darkness accurately pierced the guy's neck. The big guy swayed a few times and fell on John's body, and then John pushed the corpse away. Then he raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the arrow.

By the light of the fire, a stout man came out of the woods. He had an Asian face. He was wearing a hunting bow, and he was dressed in animal skins. He also had a battle axe at his waist. John Notice that his trousers are of coarse fabric.

"Thank you." John climbed to thank the hunter who secretly shot.

"Are you okay?" the man asked aloud.

"Fortunately, my name is John, how about you?" John picked up the pistol and inserted it into the holster and oil lamp and stood up.

"Jakda." The man didn't look old, probably only twenty-six or seven years old. He was a standard Indian. Young and strong.

"Why are you still here so late?"

"For that guy, I tracked it for several days, and I finally found its figure in the evening, and I've been chasing it until now." Yakeda pointed to the cougar and said.

"This guy is indeed worth following for several days. It's the first time I've seen such a big cougar." John looked down at the big guy who weighed about two hundred pounds.

"Where is my camp, you go to my camp and deal with this cougar first, what do you think." John looked at the half-shorter Jakeda and pointed to the camp not far away.

"Well, thank you." Yakeda looked at the fire not far away and nodded. He really needed to deal with this guy as soon as possible. The person he saved was not bad, and there was no discrimination hidden by ordinary white people in his words.

"No, I need to thank you, let's go, I hope the corbel wasn't taken away by a wild dog or a coyote." John shook his head and said, he heard the horse's neighing just now.

Then Jakda ran to bring his horse, then picked up the body of the cougar, and followed John to the camp.

"Oh, John, a coyote just took our dinner away." Ryan told the reason for the neighing of the horses after seeing John's return.

Then, when he was about to say something, he saw Jacques who was following behind John and closed his mouth again.

John didn't explain to Ryan who it was. After returning to the camp, John briefly dealt with the scratched arm, and then unfortunately got up the hind leg of his beef that had been roasted for half an hour, and turned to Jakoda.

"I wanted to treat you to a barbecue, but it was taken away by a coyote. It's unfortunate, this **** beast."

"We can bake this." Jakoda patted the body of the cougar lying beside him.

"Is it delicious?" John asked uncertainly, because he had not eaten the meat of a cougar.

"It's delicious, just like a calf. I'll deal with its fur first. The fur can sell for a good price." After saying that, Jakeda took out the dagger at his waist and started peeling it.

Jakeda's skinning technique is very skilled and fast, and John was stunned as he watched.

In about twenty minutes, Jakota peeled off the cougar's skin perfectly, then he directly cut the cougar, and even took out the cougar's heart and ate it raw.

Seeing this John is a little surprised that the Indians are so fierce? And Ryan saw this scene and sighed, "Oh, God."

"Do you want to try it?" Jacques asked John when he saw that he was dazed by what he was eating, so he cut half of it with a knife and handed it to John.

John looked at Jakota and then at the half **** heart and asked tentatively, "How does it taste?"

"Not bad, I didn't eat all day to catch up with it." Jakoda said to John while chewing his heart.

John hesitantly took the small half of the heart, and then took a bite with Jakota's encouragement. Because he had just died, his heart still had some warmth.

The smell of blood filled John's mouth with a salty taste, but the meat of the heart was chewy and tender.

After taking a bite, John gave up his plan to take another bite.

"It's really good, but I think it tastes better when it's cooked." John said to Jakota, then he found a wooden stick to sharpen it, and then put it on the rack and roasted it, and Jakota was three times. The two ate the heart together.

Ryan, who saw this scene on the prison van, had a very exciting expression on his face.

John took out a bottle of wine from his bag and handed it to him, but Jakota didn't refuse to open it directly and drink it.

After that, Jakoda quickly divided the body of the cougar, and hung the meat piece by piece on the tree above the fire. He took two hind legs and roasted them on the rack.

The other internal organs were taken to a cliff not far away by Jakota and threw them down.

And John also roasted the small half of the heart and dipped it in salt to eat it. The roasted taste was indeed much better than the raw one, although it was still a bit fishy.

"Where do you live, Jakota?" John poked the charcoal on the fire with a wooden stick and let it spread out, emitting more heat, to bake the two legs on the rack.

"Me? I left the tribe a few years ago. I've been hunting for a living. I'll sell the fur in the city, keep the meat for myself, and sell some to the butcher. I live on the upper Montana River. , but it's not fixed, I'll build a residence where there is prey." Jakota said while drinking the wine given by John.

Then Yakeda pointed to the four figures on the prison van and asked John, "Are you a policeman?"

"I'm the sheriff of Blackwater Town. I'm going out this time to hunt down these guys." John nodded, then John looked at the black bow behind Jakota and asked.

"You did this?"

"This is my father's. I've been using it since he died. John, do you want to try it?" Jakota handed it to John with a bow and motioned for John to draw some arrows.

"No, I've never used a bow and arrow before, I'm afraid it will break." John shook his head and refused. He really didn't use it. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control the strength and it would be bad if he pulled it out. This is still the relic of Jakota's father.

"Yeah." Seeing John's firm expression, Jakeda didn't insist. He felt that John was a good guy. The arrogance of the white man in his words was not seen in John, and John's eyes were also the same when he was eating the heart. He didn't look alien, like the guy in the prison van.

"So, are you going to Blackwater Town to sell that animal skin tomorrow?" John asked, looking at the very beautiful mountain lion skin that Jakeda had been dealing with.

"Well, it's time to buy some supplies." Jakeda responded while scraping the grease on his fur.

"Then let's rest here tonight, let's go together tomorrow, I still have a suitable cloth." John said and removed the spare tarpaulin from the horse, and set up a simple tent next to John's tent. .

"It really tastes like a calf, it's really delicious." John said to Jakota while eating, just like Jakota said, it's like veal.

"Yakda, is your tribe in Dona Falls, Ambarino?" John remembered something.

"Well, it's where, where have you been?" Jakota thought that John might have been there, but John looked very young, or he had heard of it.

"I've been there. Your patriarch is Rain." John nodded, then took a sip of the wine beside him. The life of the Indians in the game was quite miserable.

"Yes, our patriarch is the rain, and the people of my tribe are not living very well. I left the tribe just to find some solutions." Yakeda is still very clear about his tribe's affairs.

"Then have you found it?" John turned his head to look at this young man with great ideals.

"Not yet, I don't know why you are so hostile to us, but it's your army who stole the land, not us." When Jakeda said this, there was no hostility on his face but Somewhat distressed, he couldn't figure out why, his own people had already identified with this country and this country was still so harsh towards them.

"Maybe it's because of some people's personal factors." John naturally remembers why the army in the west frequently challenged the bottom line of the Indians~www.NovelMTL.com~ Are you saying that someone did this to us on purpose? "The expression on Jakota's face was amazed.

"I am also guessing, but I can give you a suggestion. If you can, go back and have a good talk with your patriarch, and let some young people adapt to the way of life in this country and integrate into this country, instead of keeping you guys. ancient customs." Of course he knew who it was, but the Indians today were not qualified to confront him.

The Indians are like beasts that have had their teeth and claws pulled out and have been whipped countless times by this country. In their current state, anyone is qualified to step on them.

"We have been living like this since ancient times. How can we change the customs of our ancestors? This is disrespectful." Jakeda frowned at John for the first time, a little displeased in his heart.

"You need to keep the customs of your ancestors, but you also need to understand this country so that you can survive better. You can't always live in the past, of course, let's go away, or talk about the interesting things you encountered recently. Is it something. Huh?" John looked at Yakeda's frown and knew that Yakeda disagreed with John's statement, but he had no better suggestion.

After thinking about changing the subject, John found that Jakota was lost in thought after hearing what John said.

"John, since my father, he has been telling me how hateful you are and how greedy you are, but they don't know you in detail. They always hold hatred." After thinking for a while, Jakeda picked it up. The wooden stick stirred the fire and said.

Such a scene made young Jacques seem preoccupied, feeling that he was a decade older.

Looking at this young man who seemed to be worried because of the crisis of the ethnic group, John sighed and did not speak.