June 11: After a day of rest, my energy finally returned. Stritch said that the wound on my chest must be rested, and the healing of the wound requires the assistance of herbs, so she came to my room every morning carrying a bundle of dark green plants that she got from nowhere. These days, I almost regarded her as The doctor looked at it.
Watching Kyle's careful making, I believe that the leather bag is thick and durable. He chose the softest part of the bear skin as the bag cover and used nerves as stitches for suturing. He said that this breathable design can allow the meat inside and Food stores longer. Not only did all the materials for the leather bag come from the bear skin, but he also used the remaining scraps to make a shoulder wrap for Stritch, and Mrs. Manstar couldn't put it down.
Surprisingly, the black figure in the woods was not a photographer. Mr. Fowler and Mrs. McIver followed the man to a camp. To be precise, it was the stronghold of the remnants of the O'Drisco gang, where the Dozens of people, Mr. Fowler said, looted passers-by with seemingly no fear of the law. Recently, the O'Drisco gang has targeted us, and Coulter Village is no longer a paradise.
How to deal with this strange gang? This is the focus of John's diary these days, and it is also the top priority of the gang. After lunch, the gang will discuss this matter together in Mr. Fowler's house.
John walked out of the house, and there was a rustling sound from the woods next to the village. He didn't know if the bushes there were hiding hostile spies, or if someone was observing him like this. In any case, he had to pay attention to the words and deeds of the gang, even if they were In Coulter Village, there's no telling that one day the O'Drisco gang will be eyeing the gang and then plunder.
John walked into the big house where Mr. Fowler lived, which was also the residence of Mrs. McIver. Perhaps because of similar experiences, Mr. Fowler took great care of her. It was obvious that a good relationship had formed between the two old people. Deep friendship.
"Hello, John, how are you recovering?" Mr. Fowler was busy cleaning the gun. When he saw John come in, he stopped what he was doing.
"It's pretty good. Stritch's medicine is very effective."
"It seems that Mrs. Manstar has her own way of doing things. You should have accepted her a long time ago. I'm not wrong."
"Yes, I was a little too worried before."
Mr. Fowler rose from his chair, walked over to the wall where the fireplace stood, and hung the polished gun on the shelf above the fireplace.
"John, do you know why I cleaned the gun and put it away?"
John shook his head.
"Obviously you don't know much about the gang's logistics. In the past few days, many people have reported to me that they are running out of ammunition. This is the same experience as when the Emerald Manor was attacked, but this time the situation is more serious. It is impossible for us to go outside. Towns buy supplies.”
"What about hunting? Besides, we have just made new "friends" like O'Drisco. We won't be able to fight them if we put down our guns."
Mr. Fowler turned around and said seriously: "We can use bows and arrows to hunt, and O'Drisco helps those guys, do you still want to fight them? I have seen their strength with my own eyes, even though they are a group of It’s a ragtag group of people, and we don’t have that much ammunition to fight against them.”
Even though ammunition was indeed a big problem, John felt that Mr. Fowler in front of him was a little flinched. This was completely different from him before. "Except for the damn Pinkerton, this is the biggest threat facing the gang. Besides, you also said that it should Be prepared for danger in times of peace.”
"John, this is different. We can't deal with it by taking the initiative. You have good marksmanship and are willing to fight, but what about the rest of the gang? How many people in Van der Linde, who is still alive, can come forward? Me, you , Miller, Thomas, Bebo, and Stritch. Margaret is not yet qualified to fight, let alone the others."
"If we don't eliminate hidden dangers, how can the safety of Coulter Village be guaranteed?"
"If we go out now, we will undoubtedly die. The only option left for us is to wait and see what happens."
"But……"
"do not talk."
Mr. Fowler raised his hand and interrupted.
In John's memory, this was the first time that he and Mr. Fowler had reached such a deadlock. No matter what major conflicts they experienced in the past, the two of them always had the same opinions.
What exactly led to such a change?
"Mr. Fowler, you have changed." John said coldly.
Mr. Fowler suddenly smiled helplessly in response to John's gloomy and doubtful look, and then sighed. This sigh was pale and feeble, and John could hear it.
"I have changed a lot. You should have noticed it since Strawberry Town. To be honest, John, I am old and have chronic diseases. The days when we were galloping on the prairie are gone forever. I thought Aging will come slowly, but I didn't expect it to come so suddenly, as if within a day..."
In front of him, Mr. Fowler lowered his head to rest because of wheezing and coughing. John noticed a few strands of white hair on his head - his mentor, his reborn father was also a living person, and he would age and become decadent just like himself, and he just happened to Forgetting this, he failed to consider Mr. Fowler's feelings before making every decision.
"If you are sure, just do it, I won't stop you."
John closed the door and walked out, but he was not heading in the direction of the O'Drisco gang, but in the direction of Stritch, who was pounding the potion on the stake. If possible, he wanted to get some anti-aging potion from her. .
In fact, he had already decided in his mind to follow Mr. Fowler's ideas. To be precise, all this is just to slow down the fall of the majestic giant in his mind...
