100 Things You Must Do in the West

As dusk approached, the horse stepped into the dusty streets of Sendle Town in the afterglow. Jack led the horse to the stable next to the police station, and handed over the reins of "Apple" - his beloved horse - to the caretaker of the horse. The man took out the apple from his pocket, wiped the apple with his thumb, and brought it to "Apple"'s mouth. "Apple" chewed the rare delicacy in the wilderness.

Jack stroked "Apple"'s mane in satisfaction, and said good night to it. "Apple" shook his ears and rubbed his palm.

Jack randomly wiped the apple juice and saliva on his clothes, and walked towards the wooden house of the police station.A police officer on duty on the road stopped Jack and said that the outsider "Adrian" was waiting for him.He paused for a while, then added: I have been waiting for him for the past two days.

Sergeant Jack nodded to understand the situation, and continued to walk towards the cabin.

What's wrong with this Adrian?

Jack thought: Is the soft and docile little boy actually so eager to leave Sendle Town?

Does he despise the town of Sendel?

Jack paused for a moment, and the mischievous expression on the corner of his mouth was fleeting: those little white faces need to be basked in the western sun, blown by the wild wind, and know what respect is...

Sergeant Jack opened the door, stood at the door as if nothing had happened, took off his shoes and shook the sand, and put them back on again, twice.He entered the room and closed the door, sat down on the chair behind the table without paying attention, raised his foot to the table, and the spurs pinged.Jack conveniently picked up the newspaper pressed on the side, opened it and was about to read it, as if he suddenly noticed another person in the room, and said in surprise: "Mr. Adrian, what are you doing here?"

Jack felt a little silly when he opened his mouth: the guy in front of him spoke with an English accent that he couldn't hear, and he hoped that there would be an answer.

"Thank you, Sheriff Jack."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Adrian's accent has improved significantly in just one week, although it is still a little awkward.

"It's nothing, if you have nothing to do, you can leave—" Jack turned a page of the newspaper: all the old things were said.Jack resisted his urge to go to Maria's Tavern, now is not the time, at least, to get rid of this little boy.

"So—" Jack gestured for the time, and Adrian shifted his gaze to the darkening sky outside the window, and nodded ignorantly.

Jack scratched his hair impatiently, and a layer of sand shook off. Jack spread his hands and said, "If there is nothing urgent, good night, Mr. Adrian."

Stars flickered across Adrian's eyes, and Jack was sure he had been dazzled by his travels.

Adrian nodded understandingly, turned around and asked, "Does the Sheriff want to go to Maria's Tavern together?"

Jack couldn't help cursing the prickly pear in his heart, and told the boy who had just arrived with a smile and kindness: As the sheriff of Sendel Town, he still has a lot of things to deal with.

After finally dismissing the bad boy, Sergeant Jack didn't feel guilty for his apparent alienation: If that Adrian was really so eager to leave Sendle Town, then Jack didn't have to treat him like he did to the townspeople. Amiable, after all, just a potentially troublesome figure passing by.

Babick drunkenly said that he was a warlord, but Jack didn't take it seriously.This is the west, a wilderness where speculators, gangsters, bandits, deserters, blacks, and yellows gather. Countless pairs of eyes are staring at those elusive opportunities, and licking their dry lips...

Sergeant Jack retrieved the files and records, and while lighting the lamps for the night, cursed under his breath at the last bastard who had left yellow wine stains (and maybe the smell of vomit) on the files.

The result obtained from this: Sheriff Jack fell asleep on the table covered with files for half the night, the kerosene burner was extinguished early, and the folded corner of the file kept shaking due to the sheriff's voice.

When Jack woke up, he rubbed his stiff face and shoulders, then simply organized the files and stuffed them into the cabinet, and locked them up.

After putting in the water, he wiped his hands casually, took out a piece of hard bread wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket, and walked towards Maria's Tavern.

Jack sat down at the bar and ordered a whiskey.He brushed his hair randomly, put on his hat again, and glanced at the people in the tavern while drinking: "Why are there fewer people today?"

Pope put the cup in place and said, "Today is the Sabbath."

Jack took a sip of whiskey thoughtfully, and choked suddenly: "Saturday?" God, have they been kicked in the head by a horse—they actually went to church to listen to Enoch's teachings, they really weren't muzzles Poked in the face threatened?

Pope shrugged, and said with little interest: "None of the women in the town is at home, and the men also go to join in the fun."

Did they suddenly discover gold and treasure in the church?

Jack didn't want to meddle with Father Enoch's affairs, so he turned his wine glass and asked, "Is Madam Butterfly still playing cards this afternoon?"

Pope's small eyes flicked over him and said, "She's going to help at church today."

Jack squeezed his fist and said in a flat tone, "Pop, here's some candy."

Pop spread his hands: "No more."

Jack took a small deep breath, downed the whiskey in one gulp, jumped off the bar seat, fastened his belt, straightened his waistcoat, and said, "See you tonight, buddy."

Pope agreed, "See you tonight, Sheriff."

Sergeant Jack walked quickly all the way to the church in the center of Sendell Town, a building in the town that was slightly better than the police station. The pale paint that had been painted had been weathered and mottled, like a salt tower in the wasteland.

Jack walked into the church. Unlike usual, almost half of Sendel's people gathered in the small church. The church, which was always empty, couldn't hold so many people and smells, so it was unusually crowded and smoky, but obviously everyone Don't care about these little problems.

Sergeant Jack can see at a glance the little white-faced Adrian sitting in the row closest to Father Enoch, no matter in clothes or manner: he is the only one in this church looking at Enoch eagerly, and even taking notes ...

Jack rubbed his chin: Should he be happy for Father Enochson, finally someone sincerely loves Father?This used to be a joke indeed.However, now, it seems to be another joke.

After the service, the women left contentedly, and the men followed the women, discussing mines and gambling.Madame Butterfly communicated with Father Enochson for a while, and Sergeant Jack, who was standing by the door, glanced at him lightly and slowly, and said with a smile, "The weather is fine today."

Jack responded inexplicably: "The weather is fine today." Turning around, he ate a mouthful of dust, but flicked the brim of his hat nonchalantly, and a layer of sand fell down.

Madame Butterfly turned her head, looked at Sergeant Jack who was walking beside him, and said with a smile, "Jack, have you paid your morning bill?"

Sergeant Jack stopped in his tracks and said with a dry smile, "See you tonight, Madame Butterfly——I have to go and see Mr. Adrian."

It seemed that Madame Butterfly didn't want to get entangled in the bill, so she watched Jack walk into the church door and swayed over the hem of the skirt.

Adrian was helping Father Enoch to tidy up, when he looked up and saw Sergeant Jack staring in surprise.

Adrian jumped in front of him and said, "Sheriff Jack, I didn't expect you..."

Jack touched his belt awkwardly: "Good afternoon, Mr. Adrian."

The short priest stood between the two of them, clasped his hands together, and looked up at Sergeant Jack lovingly. Jack took a step back nervously: Father Enoch's expression like this usually indicates...it indicates that he will recruit believers again. up.

Father Enossen smiled and asked Jack: "Dear Jack, I never thought that one day you would also step into the light of Father..."

Jack said quickly, "No, I've been in the light, Father."

Father Enossen shook his head: "Don't be shy, child, you can often come to me to express your love for the father..."

The corner of Jack's mouth twitched, and he said, "I will."

Father Enochson nodded in satisfaction, looked around the two of them, stepped back from the distance between them, and said, "Maybe you should have a good chat."

Jack nodded in a panic: "Thank you, Father..." Seeing that Father Enuosen was about to open his mouth again, he quickly added, "Thank God." Father Enuosen nodded and finally walked away.

The breath that Jack seemed to hold was finally released, and Adrian asked curiously: "Sheriff Jack, what do you want from me?"

Feng Shui turns.Jack couldn't think of an answer to answer him for a moment.

But Mr. Adrian is very considerate: "I wanted to invite you to church yesterday..."

Jack grabbed his shoulder: "Yes, that's why I came here..."

Adrian blinked his innocent blue eyes.