100 Things You Must Do in the West

As long as one "victim" comes forward, there will be others who suffer from the "victim" experience.

Adrian swears to God and testified in front of almost two-thirds of the town that day he was horribly attacked—a gray horse leaped from behind a mound, led by a gray-robed thug, leading him His men robbed them, and only he slipped out in a panic, after which his memory was fragmented.

No one cared about the loopholes in Adrian's words. Sheriff Jack next to him just raised his eyebrows and didn't stand up to point out the unreasonableness. But obviously Adrian's innocent face is more convincing than his testimony .

A few days later, the police found a destroyed carriage and several corpses surrounded by mosquitoes and flies when they were patrolling near the town of Sender. The freshness was almost what happened in one day. They were all shot and stabbed in the heart. state of death.

It didn’t take long before another so-called witness appeared—in the approaching evening, he drove the carriage and saw the gray horse and gray robe behind the mound, and was so frightened that he hurried back to the town—he repeated incoherently: Horse, gray horse.After waking up a little, he added: He saw the man in the gray robe on the gray horse holding a head in his hand.When he saw him, he seemed to notice the uninvited gaze, and looked back at him, it was the bloody color of hell!As soon as the words fell, the hands of the "witness" who was terrified by his description kept twitching.Sergeant Jack had someone take him for a glass of whiskey.

Not long after, the number of "witnesses" who saw the robbers in gray horses and gray robes gradually increased. Sergeant Jack was too busy to pass in front of Maria's Tavern at that time, and the tobacco he prepared was not enough to ignite every night to dissipate the pressure.

It's gotten so weird.Sergeant Jack folded the testimony of the witnesses into his inner shirt pocket: they seemed to be speaking of a Grim Reaper riding out of nowhere on a horse.

He told the sheriff of Mokaleisen City—his friend—Babek about this matter, and told him to pay attention.In fact, this is not necessary, the miners have passed it back and forth, wondering if the latest version of the gray-robed man they are talking about is riding a three-headed dog and wearing a goat horn.

Sergeant Jack felt a flurry of laughter in his lungs, but he was in no position to laugh at those empty-headed idlers.

Sheriff Jack sent additional patrol officers and impromptuly formed a new patrol team-allowing town residents to sign up, after all, defending their homes is also their right, recreational activity, and way to satisfy their sense of responsibility.

Sheriff Jack won't be picky about their patrol: why expect something you don't expect?

He might as well have a sip of wine at Maria's Tavern and look at the beautiful women more.Better looking than a group of disheveled, dirty men.

Sergeant Jack was stunned, stroking his beard and thinking: When did my aesthetics go astray with that nervous boy?It's no wonder that any man would dress up so cleanly like a woman, and his face looks like a sick pussy.

Jack laughed at Adrian loudly in his heart, as if this could slightly cover up his superficial resentment and disgust—it was quite difficult to do this to Adrian after knowing the truth, but Sergeant Jack hoped that he would not have to suffer like this again soon. A small sigh of relief from the torment.

The town of Sendell suffered a once-in-a-century attack one night when a man on horseback charged over the edge of Sendell and wounded a man who was sneaking on a voluntary patrol at the time. He testified that when he wanted to release a water A horse rushed out from the darkness, it was a gray horse, and the person sitting on the horse was a gray robe, with scarlet eyes embedded in his ferocious face, and the saliva spewed from the gray horse's mouth like flame jets.He immediately rushed up and wrestled with the man, but the enemy was too cunning, so he fled on his horse, and he suffered quite a lot of injuries.

Sergeant Jack and Doctor Edward exchanged veiled glances, and Doctor Edward shrugged rarely soberly: "The brain hasn't been kicked bad." He could even brag.

Sergeant Jack looked at the "survivors" who were surrounded by the crowd: these days he has recounted his stories by heart and told them countless times.

Sergeant Jack picked out his ear with his little finger: It was also due to the lack of entertainment activities in Sendell Town that they could endure this stale story of a "survivor".

"Hi, Pope." Sergeant Jack sat on the seat in front of the bar of Maria's Bar as usual, bent his index finger and tapped on the bar.

Pope looked up at him, put Jack's formula in his hand, and asked in a low voice, "So they will really come?"

Sergeant Jack took a sip of his drink and said, "We are now bare-bellied lambs, Pope. Have you ever come into contact with railway robbers before? They are all a pack of vicious wolves and jackals. The gray horse man is similar to them, I reckon they're probably robbers on the run, and he's been acting less scruple lately."

Pope narrowed his eyes and said, "Will Mokaleisen City send someone?"

Sergeant Jack shook his fingers, leaned over and said, "We have to rely on ourselves. The people of Sendell don't need pity from outsiders."

Pope was silent for a while, then nodded in agreement: "Those bandits should taste my iron fist. People in Sendel Town are not easy to pinch."

Sergeant Jack patted the muscles on Pope's arm with satisfaction: "You see, we in Sendle Town should unite——Pop, add some more wine."

Pope glared at him, but complied.

"Madame Butterfly doesn't play cards tonight?" Jack looked around, and the miners at a table toasted him.

"She went to see Father Enochson," Pope replied.

Jack shrugged indifferently: "Has there been any outsiders recently?"

Pope replied, "No."

Jack laughed, "It's so peaceful."

Like the eerie calm before the storm.

Sure enough, a fire broke out in a residential house in Sendel that night. After everyone helped put out the fire, only the charred outline of the house remained.The hostess of the house sat on the ground crying, disheveled and injured, with bruises in the shape of handprints on her arms.

Dr. Edward hiccupped, helped her pull up her clothes, and comforted her with a flushed face, "I have a daughter, and if she grows up, she should be the same age as you... It's okay, I'm here, it won't happen again This kind of thing." He said something inexplicably on the phone, Sergeant Jack glanced aside, and the hostess who had almost been humiliated choked up and pulled her wrist from Dr. He made physical contact without even looking at him.

Jack couldn't help admiring: Nelissa's acting skills were really unexpected, as if she had really experienced this humiliation, or she experienced such humiliation every day.

The cold, thin moonlight shone on Jack's face, and the lips under the short beard were cold and hard, like a wolf walking in the wasteland—a ferocious wolf that cannot be tamed.

After the bad incident of house burning, within a day, Sergeant Jack caught a spy with a gray hood in the police station at night. His three companions abandoned him after being vigilantly discovered by Sergeant Jack. And go, and the man was accidentally shot dead by Sergeant Jack because of his struggle and resistance.A note was found from his body, and the stamp of "Blood Hand" was printed on the note.

The crowd was in an uproar: "Blood Hands", as a large gang of gangsters that haunted the western railway tracks all the year round, was besieged and fled in all directions a few years ago. They did not expect to appear near Sendel Town now, and blatantly attacked Sendell Town.Although Sendel Town is a small town, wouldn't they be jealous of Mokaleisen City?

Sergeant Jack turned their attention to the spies who showed up at the police station at night-the patrols in Sendle Town have been continuous lately, so why are there gangster spies in the center of town?This is indeed a question worth pondering and an answer that is difficult to accept.

There's a ghost in Sendall.