100 Things You Must Do in the West

Jack is a sheriff in the town of Sendle.

Sheriff's job isn't hard, cleans guns, holsters, caps, badges on; sometimes sits in the station - nicer wooden building in town, airtight - and more Time to hang out at the only pub in town: Maria's.It's his job to go to the tavern, of course: you know that group of people on alcohol is no different than a group of rioting baboons, except that the baboons can only spit at you through the railing, and the group of guys grab your arm and attack you Spit and swear.Then add a little spark or hormones, they attack each other like male baboons in heat, and the more sober ones may go out to duel with crooked steps. There are two more gun holes in the building above.This is a relatively lucky thing. If it was earlier, they might have been dragged away by wild wolves...

But that was the town of Sendel not long before Jack took office. Under Jack's tough tactics, they drove away the wild wolves outside the town, established the terms of behavior and strictly implemented them - Jack in the ears of the bastard who didn't know the current affairs Once the bullets are nailed, those foreign speculators and gold diggers have to obediently roll their eyes and curse under the regulations. After all, future wealth can only be enjoyed when it depends on life.

Madame Butterfly, the proprietress of Maria's Tavern, no longer glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, and complained softly in a threatening tone: there were two more gun holes in the wall of her Tavern.Now she'd ask buddy Pop to give him a discount on his drinks, what could be better than that?

Jack sipped his beer, wiping the stain from his beard with his cuff.

It would be even better if Madame Butterfly would like to spend the night with him.It's a pity that everyone who has seen Madame Butterfly has been so whimsical, and those who dare to speak ill of her and take advantage of her flirtatious words are all shot at the head of Madame Butterfly and thrown out of the tavern a few meters by the hulking Pope.

He once rode by on horseback and saw people thrown out of the tavern like broken sacks, and Madam Butterfly stood tall on the steps of the tavern, squinting her eyes and smiling, "You have to pay for this, and you can't afford it. gentlemen."

Jack's horse stepped on the hem of the man's clothes, and he put his hat on to greet Madame Butterfly: "Good day, Madame Butterfly."

Madame Butterfly smiled back, nodded at him and said, "Good day, Sergeant Jack."

The sun brushed against her beautiful neck, and the Sundar sun was so gentle on the beauty.

Before that, Jack had never seen such a woman, and he felt new to her, but soon he consciously kept a distance from this woman: Madame Butterfly's strength made him feel a bit awkward around her.He also doesn't know why a figure like Madame Butterfly stays in Sendel Town...

Maybe he shouldn't know.

After all, they are still friends.

"Dear Sergeant Jack, you drank too much yesterday." Madame Butterfly put her hand on Jack's shoulder, and twirled her fingertips around the rim of the cup.

But obviously, Jack and Madame Butterfly's definition of friends is slightly biased.

Jack covered his cup and squeezed out a smile: "Dear Madame Butterfly, I, Jack, only settle accounts when I'm awake, of course, only when I'm awake."

Madame Butterfly raised an eyebrow, seemingly dissatisfied with the answer.But after Jack fumbled a few coins from his close pocket, she smiled as he tossed the money to Pope behind the counter.

"Hey, buddy." Pope caught the coin sensitively, and frowned, "What are you doing..." He glanced at Madame Butterfly and shook his head, "Remember you still have to go on patrol."

Jack raised his glass: "Of course! Would you like to take a walk with me, 'ma'am'?"

Madame Butterfly frowned, raised the glass beside her, and clinked glasses with Jack: "Oh, thank you, Sergeant Jack. I like Maria at night very much..."

Jack shrugged and drank the wine in his hand.

Madame Butterfly's eyes moved slightly, and she teased, "Don't be like our poor doctor Edward..."

Jack laughed and said, "My dear lady, you have to trust my marksmanship—at least I won't shoot myself in the leg." He winked at Madame Butterfly.

Madame Butterfly couldn't help laughing, and patted Jack on the shoulder: "Good luck, Jack."

Jack put on his hat, turned around halfway, raised it to Madame Butterfly, and said, "Sleep well, ma'am."

Four people and four horses marched back and forth in the outskirts of Sendel Town. Except for the wasteland, there were only looming rolling hills, and the distance swallowed all the light, leaving behind the gradually condensed darkness.The wind in the suburbs gradually turned noisy, Jack put on the triangle scarf and stared into the distance.

"Sheriff!" The police officer behind him reined in the suddenly restless horse, and pointed the whip to a corner of the angle of view, "What is that?"

Jack squinted, and the small group of blue light that appeared behind the hill softly shrank and disappeared.

Jack's throat tightened, and his instinctive vigilance made him clamp the horse's belly, but he quickly reacted and asked several people to follow him to check.