100 Things You Must Do in the West

Jack brushed the yellow sand off his shoulders at the door of the tavern, and the spurs on his boots creaked.He looked around, the tavern in the morning, except for the hangover miner snoring in the corner, only the remnants of last night's drinking.

Pop behind the bar looked up to greet him as he scrubbed the never-clean glass.

"Good morning, Sheriff Jack, whiskey rye?"

Jack sat down at the bar and said, "As usual, add a chewing tobacco."

Pope nodded: "Madame Butterfly plays cards this afternoon, do you want a seat?"

Jack snorted, "I'm going to the city."

Pope asked, "For the new one?"

Jack shrugged: "Prepare for a rainy day."

Pop pushed the wine glass to Jack, and asked in a low voice: "Is someone really following us?"

Jack shook his wine glass and said with a smile: "There are always wolves in the suburbs, buddy."

Pop went on with his work, shrugging. "Don't use that tone, Sheriff."

Jack drank the wine and said with a big laugh, "Man is no smarter than a wolf, old man."

Pope nodded casually and ended the topic.

Jack came out of Maria's Tavern, mounted his horse, chewed tobacco, and walked out of Sendle Town holding the bridle.On the side of the road, he met Father Enossen and that little boy—oh, now he is temporarily called Adrian—and they were here specially waiting for him.

Jack bent down and raised his hat to greet them: "Good morning, Father Enoch, what help do you need?" He deliberately ignored the little boy standing in front of Enoch.

Father Enosson smiled and said, "God be with you, Sergeant Jack. Mr. Adrian wants to thank you personally."

The eyebrows under the shadow of the brim of Jack's hat tightened, and he patted his thigh and smiled, "No need, sir, as the sheriff of Sendel Town, your duty is..."

Adrian took a step towards him, Sergeant Jack grabbed the reins to avoid subconsciously reining in his horse, and now he had to face the man who suddenly grew out of the desert: he put on a slightly yellowed white shirt, probably There is also the smell of starch and the never-ending musty smell.He took out an apple from his satchel, a rare fruit that was slightly shriveled and scratched, and sincerely offered it to Sergeant Jack on the horse.

Wow, he's never faced a situation like this before.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jack glanced at Father Enochson behind Adrian: the priest showed full tolerance and approval for this outsider who wasted his fruit.Then Jack unceremoniously accepted the outsider's thank you gift, and carefully put it in his pocket: How did this outsider get "loved" by Father Ernosen in just a few days?

Jack couldn't help having malicious thoughts, but immediately apologized to the old priest in his heart.

"If you can recall who you were, thank God."

Jack said goodbye to them, and speeded up the horse, leaving behind the rolling yellow earth and the two people who stopped on the side of the street.

Does Jack believe in God?

Jack thinks: In the west, God hangs out in exchanges and taverns, and is the muttering of miners getting rich overnight.

So, does Jack believe it?

Jack believed it because he was also a member of the "miners".

The closest city to the town of Sender, Mokaleisen.

A "city" with a mixed race and a thriving market.Most likely someone here knows the outsider.

Jack sat down in a tavern, listening to the voices of the miners: drunken bragging, wildly enthusiastic self-promotion, all in sight.

The big man at the next table turned around, with a scar across his squinted right eye and a hexagonal police badge pinned to his chest, he recognized Jack.

"Jack Holtz? Long time no see, old man."

Jack clinked glasses with him, and said with a smile, "Babek, you're doing well now." He raised his glass and touched Babek's police badge.

Babick patted Jack on the shoulder vigorously, and laughed harmoniously: "That old guy Hook had no choice but me!" Jack's mouth was stiff, but he raised his glass to cover it up, "This time you What are you doing in town?"

"There's an outsider in town..." Jack took out a folded piece of paper from his fanny pack and handed it to Babick, who opened it with wine-stained hands. It was a portrait, "He's as white as a vampire— Do you have such a person in your mind?"

Babick frowned at first, then unfurled it after a while, handed the portrait back to Jack, shrugged and said, "Maybe not, as you know, Mokaleisen is a city with countless people coming and going every day...he committed a crime." What's the matter?"

Jack folded the portrait and put it in his pocket, and said calmly, "No, he was just lost in the wilderness, dehydrated and comatose, and his brain was broken. I suspect he has experienced a robbery before."

Babick sighed: "Poor guy, maybe you can go to the carriage rental company to see."

"Thanks." Jack clinked his glass with him.

Babick put his arms around Jack's shoulders and said, "Which one of us will go with the other! Two more glasses!"

Jack tactfully rejected the proposal. He escaped from the arms of his former colleagues and made an appointment to tell him news, and Jack wanted to try to find possible clues about Adrian in the city of Moccalein—he believed that it was impossible for people not to stay behind. trace.Unless he really grew out of the wilderness suddenly.

Jack found a person in the carriage rental company who allegedly met him once. At that time, Adrian was wrapped in a large dust-proof and sunshade scarf, but he still accidentally revealed a piece of shockingly white skin.But the "witness" couldn't give more specific details, after all, it was already a week ago, and there were people coming and going in the carriage rental company.

Jack sneered coldly in his heart: Maybe people can only remember the wine they drank and the woman they kissed last night.

When he was about to return to the town with nothing, Jack met a former resident of Sendell Town on the streets of Mokaleisen. The man begged Sheriff Jack with a guilty expression to help him pay the debt to the owner of Maria's Tavern.

Jack offered him a cup of rye.

"Look at what I'm doing, Sheriff..." He babbled out a bunch of old things, incoherently, like a long-disused pile of junk in a corner.

Sheriff Jack, struggling to extract the point from his words, promised to tell the current owner of Maria's Tavern about the arrears.

"Oh, so Tom doesn't run Maria's Tavern anymore?" He slapped the table in disbelief.

Sergeant Jack smelled suspicious.

"Oh, also..." The miner who owed money for several years with a sudden change of conscience twisted his coarse cloth pants with his index finger and thumb, and smiled flatteringly, "No one wants to stay in the sad place..."

Jack tried his best to find the record about Tom, the former owner of Maria's Tavern in his memory, but unexpectedly, there was no record at all. The residents of Sendell Town seemed to have forgotten this poor "sad man"—if the miner in front of him said It's the truth.

So how did Madame Butterfly take over Maria's Tavern?

These transaction records will be backed up in the police station, and Sergeant Jack only needs to go to the filing cabinet to track them down.

Ah, yes, don't disturb the snake in the grass.