100 Things You Must Do in the West

Madame Butterfly was leaning on the bar, playing with the dice in her hand, a strand of black hair hanging from her ear, brushing her neck, like a kitten scratching softly.

Sergeant Jack lowered his head and took a sip of wine to cover his sight. Madam Butterfly looked at him, as if aware of his sight, her lips drew a cold line, and she turned her head to look at the men who were fighting for drinks at a table in the tavern.

Pope refilled the drinks for Sergeant Jack, and congratulated: "San Francisco is a good place. When you go there, don't forget Maria's Tavern."

Jack responded: "Your bartending skills are absolutely top-notch, man, I will miss you."

Pope shrugged, with an unconcealable smug look flashing across his face, he suddenly leaned over to Jack, and said in a low voice, "What don't you say to Madam?"

Jack waved his hand, not caring if others heard his answer: "Give Madame Butterfly a glass of whiskey."

Pope raised a stubby eyebrow, and as he said, Madame Butterfly turned around and took the wine glass, motioned to Sergeant Jack and drank it down.

Sergeant Jack shook his glass and said, "Another glass?"

Madam Butterfly pressed the wine glass passed to her on the bar with four fingers, and said provocatively: "I'm treating you to celebrate your promotion, shall we compete?"

Before this, Madame Butterfly had never invited a man to fight for alcohol. Jack raised his belt and raised his belt. Everyone moved away from a table, blushing and booing, and some opened bets.

As Jack picks up a bottle of wine, he asks, "So is there a bonus for me?"

Madame Butterfly lifted up her long skirt and knotted it, stepped onto the bench and said with a smile, "What do you want, Jack?"

The drinkers who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement take advantage of the alcohol to whistle at Madame Butterfly, but Madame Butterfly turns a deaf ear to her.

Jack put the hat on the corner of the table, and said confidently: "It depends on whether you can give it to me..."

The table was almost full of empty wine bottles, Jack's face was like an upside-down human face, he held the table with one hand and picked up the empty wine bottle with the other, Madame Butterfly clapped her hands easily, and picked up the last bottle of victory wine , as the last bottle of wine was drunk, Madame Butterfly threw the empty bottle on the ground, and Sheriff Jack's face fell on the table at the same time. Singing songs of victory, some people laughed at Sheriff Jack, who was unconscious when he was drunk, some people lost their bets and fell crookedly on the ground, some people excitedly wanted to play a game of cards with Madame Butterfly——Madame Butterfly agreed, and they Had a night of poker.

Sergeant Jack woke up in Maria's Tavern in the early morning. He twitched the corner of his mouth and felt pain—his face was scratched by the fragments of the wine bottle, it was a small wound.He touched the small wound, looked around indifferently, the drunkard from last night was lying on the floor of the tavern, lying on the table, with wood patterns and card outlines printed on his face.

Sergeant Jack checked his attire, and there was nothing missing. He walked up to the door of Maria's Tavern, and saw Madame Butterfly and Adrian coming back from the outside.

Adrian saw that he wanted to take a step, but only took a small step, and seemed to ask with concern: "Sheriff Jack, are you all right, do you need hangover soup?"

Madame Butterfly joked, "You can still walk out of the tavern..." She glanced at Jack, who was standing upright, and smiled, "As expected of Sergeant Jack."

Jack enjoyed Madam Butterfly's "comment" very much, but he didn't express his joy obviously, and said implicitly: "I won't be the sheriff of Sendle Town the day after tomorrow, ma'am."

Madame Butterfly said, "Yes, I know, but I won't forget the Sheriff of Sendle Town."

The smile on the corner of Jack's mouth froze for a moment, he understood what Madame Butterfly meant, and a small ball of anger ignited in his heart.

"That's a pity." Jack raised the brim of his hat, "I think San Francisco is a charming city..."

Madame Butterfly smiled and said, "The same goes for Sendel Town."

After a moment of silence, Jack shrugged and said, "Excuse me, I hope I can see you when I leave the day after tomorrow."

Madame Butterfly replied, "Of course, Jack, Sheriff." She winked at him teasingly.

Jack laughed and passed them by, completely ignoring Adrian who was beside Madame Butterfly.

Madam Butterfly looked at Adrian who had watched Jack disappear behind the corner room at the end of the street, and said in a flat tone, "Jack Hotz is not suitable, theoretically speaking."

Adrian smiled back at her, and said, "Father Enochson is just enthusiastic."

Madame Butterfly smiled and straightened Adrian's fluttering hair, and said, "Pure desire and undisguised selfish desire are different, young man."

Adrian shrugged: "That's more worth a try, ma'am, for practical value." His breezy demeanor seemed as warm as western daylight as temperate spring daylight.

Madame Butterfly said, "Mark your words, 'Adrian'."

Adrian took Madame Butterfly's hand and lightly kissed it: "According to the custom here, I hope we will meet again..."

Madame Butterfly pinned her fallen hair behind her ears, and smiled inexplicably: "It will be soon, and it's time for you to collect complete information..."

Adrian spread his hands: "I met you by accident, we never knew you were here."

Madame Butterfly added: "And always has been."

Adrian took two steps forward slowly, then turned around and asked, "If he invites me to go out with him, should I agree?"

Madame Butterfly covered her mouth and smiled: "Young man, you understand his desire."

Adrian tilted his head, and turned his fingers around: "I probably have a little bit of the 'self-deception' that Father Innocent said, and I have the ability to change the status quo..." He murmured softly, "But the interstellar The law does not allow changes."

Madame Butterfly said with one hand on her hip: "Observing life's struggle to get out of backward planets was once our theme. Every planet that is about to be born, is growing, and has been annihilated has experienced these things."

Adrian said euphemistically: "I quite like differentiated individuals."

Madame Butterfly shrugged her shoulders: "You should be more frank."

Adrian hesitated for a moment: "I like Jack very much. I don't deny your evaluation of him-he is indeed such a person-but, that is also a part of life: he is beautiful. It is a pity that he does not like mine. frank."

Madame Butterfly rubbed his hair gently, and said: "People in the new era will always understand: the world is changing. Or learn to adapt..." She lifted the side of her skirt, revealing the dagger tied to her graceful calf, " Maybe he will like you."

Adrian was lost in thought—this kind of job is very suitable for him, because he always encounters many things that he can't figure out at the moment.

As Madame Butterfly expected, in the evening, Jack stopped Adrian on his way to the church on his horse and invited him to take a walk by the lake.

The lake that Jack mentioned is a few miles away from the town of Sender. The miners have nothing to do and the rich people have leisure thoughts. They take corn cakes, whiskey, etc. to have a picnic on the grass by the lake, go boating in the lake, Swim, or hunt in the woods around the lake—unfortunately, last autumn a fire nearly destroyed the forest around the lake, caused by two idle miners who forgot to put out the fire before rowing their boats.By the way, those two guys paddled in the middle of the lake and somehow sank, and people passing by rescued them two days later-yes, they can't swim.

Adrian borrows his pony from Father Enoch, and when he meets Jack, he sees a sneer in Jack's eye: he doesn't even have the "manliness" of a horse.

Jack's "apple" walked ahead with small steps, and Adrian rode a few steps behind slowly on the pony.However, the difference between them is not just a few steps.

Adrian watched Jack's back, pondered useless thoughts, and fell into disordered logic.

"How are you doing?" Jack got off his horse while Adrian was thinking, and he was as tall as Adrian. He flicked the brim of his hat, and said with a smile, "Are you still used to it in Sendel Town?"

Adrian slowly dismounted from the horse, took the horse rope and replied: "Everything is as usual, I don't know anything."

Jack shrugged helplessly: "Then do you want to go to Mokaleisen City? Recall—"

"Sheriff Jack, thank you." Adrian nodded seemingly gratefully.

The two walked by the lake holding the horse rope, like a mirage from the previous scene.

Jack said: "There may be a greater chance of collecting your information in the city-do you want to go with me to Mokaleisen City?"

Adrian said: "Sergeant Jack, will you deliberately remember the past?"

Sergeant Jack remained silent, the alarm bells ringing in his heart.Adrian let go of the rein of the pony in his hand, and the pony looked up at him, then lowered its head and sniffed at the roots of the grass.

Sergeant Jack put away the tobacco rod he took out, and said casually, "Is there a reason why you don't want to say it?"

Adrian smiled and said, "I can tell the sheriff—" He walked towards the sheriff, "I told my sister, Anna..."

Sergeant Jack stared at him silently, with a slightly gloomy expression.

"Maybe it's my sister, or maybe it's not." Adrian pointed to his head with his index finger, "I remember such a person, or it's just hearsay, mixed into the memory-but Jack, you don't really care about me. Did you tell the truth, all you need is a witness."

Sheriff Jack was noncommittal.

"Anna, she fell in love with a man—he was the eyeliner of the gangsters—he may also fall in love with Anna, but what he wants is not just a woman's love..." Adrian walked towards Sergeant Jack with his back turned. By the lake, looking down at his own reflection on the lake, it seemed very novel, "But the gang was wiped out, partly because of Anna's sheriff's father, and the remaining gang wanted revenge: they succeeded in killing Anna. The one who almost exposed his identity and fled The man who had been exterminated was watching from the side—” Adrian took a deep breath, turned to look at Sheriff Jack, “Jack, Sheriff…” There was a hint of hesitation and intolerance on his face, “Your regret is For revealing the sheriff's information or for using me as a temporary ally?"

Jack overwhelmed the hammer and said indifferently: "Are you the person Babick sent to investigate?"

Adrian blinked innocently: "As you can see: I suddenly appeared in the wasteland, helpless and amnesia..."

Jack wobbled a little, and asked casually, "Do you want me to kick first or just be quicker?"

Adrian said to himself: "Is this the end?"

Jack asked amusedly, "Damn gangster, why do you think I should keep you?"

Adrian showed a hurt expression: "I hope you beat my heart?"

The corners of Jack's mouth froze for a moment, and he made a disgusted expression: "What else do you have to say to me as God, because you can only chat with Satan soon."

Adrian was amused, Jack was bored and impatient with his non-threatening reaction, and he squeezed the trigger smoothly.

A gunshot, no one fell to the ground.

Jack frowned, staring at the unscathed Adrian, and fired again in disbelief, with the same result.

Jack was silent for a moment, then laughed.

Adrian comforted: "Sheriff Jack, you have to accept the facts..."

Jack said, "What fact?" His penis pointed at Adrian's heart, "Are you a freak?"

Adrian was amused by him again: "Maybe?" He walked towards Jack.

Jack squinted his eyes and took a step back, yelling at Adrian as a pedophile and mentally ill.

Jack's gun was pressed against Adrian's chest, and Adrian's expression remained the same, even his eyes were full of curiosity: "I'm curious, Jack, do you fear death?"

Jack felt a mouthful of blood in his chest: after a long time, this little white-faced monster is not only a gangster...

Adrian put his arms around Jack, resting his head on Jack's neck, he said softly: "Sheriff Jack was avenged by the remnants of gangsters, and he was killed to cover me..."

A feeling of suffocation like drowning floated up in Jack's nasal cavity, and his bloodshot eyes turned down to meet Adrian's abnormal blue eyes.He gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger, the silent blue foam piled up, squeezing his lungs and vision, and he finally saw the lake hanging upside down, darkness descending...

People in Sender Town were sad and angry for Sheriff Jack's sacrifice. They held a simple funeral for him and left one by one in the sunset.

Madame Butterfly patted Adrian on the shoulder standing in front of Jack's tombstone, and Adrian looked back at her.Madame Butterfly handed him a small bag, and Adrian took it, muttering to himself: "In this way, the sheriff will always be the 'sheriff' of Sendel Town." Then, he glanced at the bag containing "Blood Hand" stamp, a few letters and a black-and-white photo, "I didn't know the sheriff was a nostalgic man." He easily obliterated it in his hands.

Madam Butterfly stood beside her, silent for a moment: "Are you leaving?"

Adrian smiled and said, "I fell into this place unintentionally, and it's only natural to leave..."

Madame Butterfly said, "Where do you want to see him?"

Adrian smiled: "At least it's not this era anymore."

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