100 Things You Must Do in the West

Sergeant Jack didn't punch a hole in Adrian's head, and he didn't tell Father Innocent about Adrian's "mental illness"-even if it was done: Adrian would be despised and looked down upon by the whole town until He clearly realized that he was not welcome here and left on his own.Or... stoned to death.

Jack felt sick at the thought, and was awakened more than once by Adrian's clear blue eyes in his dreams.

He turned over from the bed, holding the revolver under the pillow with his right hand.After reacting for a while, Jack wiped his face with his hands, and kept sitting on the edge of the bed with his head bowed for a long time.

There are sporadic stars in the gaps in the curtains, and the silence lies in the wilderness night, everything sleeps, except for the wind and clouds.

Sheriff Jack went barefoot to the window and looked through the slit: the moonlight cast a shadow of a far knoll, and he wasn't sure what lurked in the shadows under the shed at the front of the house.

wolf?Sheriff Jack glanced at the double-barreled pistol attached to the gun—it had been neglected for a while, since the wolves were driven out of the town of Sendel.

Thief?Robber?Sergeant Jack sat at the table and lit the cigarette in his mouth and the kerosene lamp on the table with a struck match.Still silent.

He glanced at the clothes thrown on the back of the chair and the hanging hat, he reached out and touched the logo on the hat, and laughed coldly.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Nelissa sat in front of the broken vanity mirror to touch up her makeup. Sergeant Jack sat on the bed behind her and glanced at her, saying, "Can you see that?"

Nelissa raised her slender eyebrows, and her high cheekbones gave an unexplained smile: "Is Sergeant Hotz also troubled?"

Jack said, "Well, guess what's bothering me?" He put on his shirt and walked behind her.

Nelissa stared at Jack Hotz in the mirror, concealed her impatience and displeasure for a moment, and chuckled provocatively: "It must be—a big deal." Her eyes moved slightly—— A lovely and pitiful look of a pure virgin——slowly turned around.

Jack stroked the skin of the woman under his hand, soft but no longer tight, just like stroking the fur of prey.

Nerissa lowered her eyes to hide the fleeting sneer at the corners of her mouth.

With a smile on her face, she touched the corners of Jack's mouth with her fingertips, slipped her hands to the back of his neck, pulled herself towards him, pressed against him, staggered from his lips, and kissed his cheek.

Nerissa is familiar with this set of procedures: men like this.Unfortunately, Jack Hotz is also a man.

Jack pushed her down on the bed, and Nelissa pressed her index finger on Jack's lips, as if her mother was comforting the boy who was eager to eat pie: "Shhhh, be careful with my makeup—" said her index finger from Jack's lips. Lips moved away, his chin lifted, and one of her legs hooked around Jack's waist.

"Again?" Sergeant Jack asked with a smile, his eyes fixed on the prey below him.

Nerissa narrowed her eyes like a cunning black cat.

The woman said, "No, let's fix this quickly..."

……

Nellisa patted Jack's buttocks jokingly, and said, "It feels really good."

Jack lay on the bed, responding to her perfunctorily with a nasal voice.

Nelissa put on a long gray dress, tied up her black hair, and suddenly asked, "You promise to take me out of here?"

Jack leaned against the head of the bed and replied while lighting a cigarette: "The method has automatically come into my hands."

Nellisa squinted her eyes and looked at him carefully. The next second she frowned, ran over and kissed Jack on the forehead: "Oh, Jack, good luck to you." After she finished speaking, she walked out of the room and closed the room. Door.

"I don't need God." Sheriff Jack murmured. He slowly pulled up his pants and put on his hat with a cigarette in his mouth. "I don't trust him."

Stepping out of the door, Sergeant Jack saw the dark-skinned boy at a glance: he was sitting on the cart, staring at Jack who came out of the door.

Jack walked over nonchalantly and ruffled his hair.The boy seemed to be offended, like a little beast whose territory had been violated, staring at him from beginning to end, but pursed his mouth and said nothing.Jack likes the boy's stubborn but unable to resist eyes, because he is so weak, powerless and hateful.

"Hey, Jack." Nelissa glared at him with the bucket in one hand and the other on her hip. Jack let go of the boy, and the boy ran to Nelissa to hide behind her.

Sergeant Jack quipped: "He's like a puppy."

Nerissa stressed: "I just help look after him."

Jack shrugged: "Even if he lost a leg, the old lady wouldn't mind, you see she can't even tell black from black."

Nelissa's expression froze for a moment, and then she put on a smile: "Sheriff, are you going to work?"

Sergeant Jack smiled and turned away. Behind him, Nelissa patted the boy's head and comforted him softly.

In the evening, Sergeant Jack stepped into the gate of Maria's Tavern and greeted Madame Butterfly and the bartender Pope at the bar. As usual, he ordered a glass of rye whiskey and clinked glasses with Madame Butterfly's sherry to celebrate this ordinary day.

Madame Butterfly suddenly asked him about Adrian, saying that Adrian gradually remembered some bad memories.

Her probing eyes made Jack's stomach feel full, but he didn't show his confidence.

"Last time I chatted with him, he said he wanted to stay in Sendle Town—do you think he can be trusted?" Sergeant Jack just asked her about her attitude, even though he really wanted to throw Adrian to Indiana. People's territory.

Madame Butterfly took a sip of her wine and smiled mysteriously: "It all depends on what the sheriff thinks." She twisted a strand of hair behind her ear, "What do you think, Jack?"

"Maybe I should talk to him about—" Sheriff Jack said, "about those 'bad memories.'"

Madame Butterfly melted her smile into the wine on her lips, and Jack had already sunk into the slight numbness of the alcohol, the beautiful eyes and the dim light, but Jack knew that this was not enough.

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