"I won't know now, and I won't know in the future." John smiled softly, and then he took out Kyle's letter and asked Angel to stamp it and send it out, and erase the sending address.
"Sir, you are very cautious."
"When you are in my situation, you will know that you have to pay attention to everything."
John closed the door and went out. A train was roaring past. Miller squatted not far away and stared at the mud on the ground.
"There was a large group of people passing by here before us. It seems that they were heading towards the snow-capped mountains." Seeing John coming out, Miller raised his head and said.
"Don't worry, they're going to protect the railroad, and an important Pinkerton officer will be passing through there in a few days."
"How do you know? It's rare that you go to the post office just to get information?" Miller stood up and patted the dust on his pants.
"I only heard this news accidentally, but this matter is more than just news to people like us."
"So you're going to do this?"
"I think this Burkey Long has information about Owen Smith. By holding him hostage, we can get out of the snowy mountains and find that damn bastard."
"Then this is also our last action in Plow Village. By kidnapping Mr. Lang, we can leave that barren place - hehe, I know you haven't forgotten your original intention, brother."
John didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment. After experiencing so many things, he still couldn't figure out whether Miller wanted to take revenge or leave Plow Village as soon as possible. Even if the purpose might deviate, he believed that Miller wanted to kill Owen. His heart was as urgent as his.
After finishing his business at Wallace Station, John ended his trip to Strawberry Town in a hurry. He didn't want to be recognized by anyone, not even Sheriff Hanley. He pulled his gambler's hat low and covered his body with ornaments made of animal bones. He wanted to look more like an old hunter who lived in seclusion and was not allowed to come to the town to buy daily necessities. This kind of dressing might attract boredom. Curious people, but also make the behavior of purchasing in large quantities reasonable.
Back in Coulter Village, people are rushing to welcome the unloading, and they can't wait to enjoy the city's delicious canned peas and cheese.
“While we have no shortage of salt, we haven’t made a true cured product,” Mr. Fowler said, picking up a portion of salted venison.
Kyle's figure appeared behind the crowd, but he didn't care about the mountains of food, but walked towards John expectantly.
"Oh, Mr. Kyle." John turned around and saw Kyle, "I sent your letter as soon as I came down the mountain. It should be on the way to Scarlett Meadows now."
"I'm glad you remembered to do this. I don't know how to thank you enough." Kyle said, clasping his hands.
"This is what I should do. Go to the carriage and get the food. We bought a lot this time. You can pick one you like and try it."
John looked with satisfaction at the happy members holding delicious food in their hands. He clapped his hands vigorously and walked into the crowd.
"In addition to the normal purchases, we learned some information during this trip - Burke Long will arrive in Saint-Denis by train on July 7, three days later, and he will pass by here the day before that time. A pass not far away, and he is the officer of the Pinkerton Detective Agency who makes everyone so angry..."
"I understand what you mean - kill him!" Bibo raised his right hand. Over the past few days, his impression of Detective Pinkerton had changed dramatically.
"Not exactly... I plan to ambush him, give the Pinkerton detectives in the central states a hint of color, and also advance my revenge plan."
Mr. Fowler, who was not far away, frowned slightly when he heard this.
John noticed the change in Mr. Fowler's expression with his peripheral vision, but he ignored it and continued, "This operation is not out of consideration for our safety. I admit this, but I understand that everyone's anger needs to be released, so I I’m not forcing everyone to join, but if you decide to stop the train with me, I guarantee you it will be an experience you’ll never forget.”
"I'm going!" It was Bebo again. The kid raised his hands high before John could finish his words. Being kidnapped by the O'Drisco gang made him desperately need a break from the indignation he filled with.
"You can't go this time, it's too dangerous." John said immediately without thinking.
"I won't cause trouble again, sir."
"Absolutely not!"
Seeing John's resolute attitude, Bibo put down his hands with regret and left his seat.
The same disappointment flashed across Mrs. McIver's face, and then she cheered up again and raised her hands with courage, "What about me?"
John shook his head in embarrassment. He didn't want to see her fall into a dangerous situation again, "I'm afraid not, Mrs. McIver."
"I know you are thinking about our safety, but you risked your life to save me. This is a favor I owe you. It's my turn to pay it forward this time." Mrs. McIver said calmly.
John scratched his head. Mrs. McIver had indeed changed a lot recently, especially with Mr. Fowler's help, which made her much tougher. But could she face the threat of gunpowder? It's better to give her this chance to try. Thinking of this, John nodded slightly.
Next came Stritch and Miller. As the core force of the gang, they naturally joined the team. Miller, as John's best brother, threatened to capture Burke in person before John could speak. Stritch didn't say much. Whatever you say, keep smiling.
When John looked at Mr. Fowler, he began to have trouble...
At this time, Mr. Fowler, who was sitting on the wooden pier, looked like a little old man. The years of hard work had turned his body from lean to emaciated. When John cast an expectant look, his eyes couldn't help but dodge, as if he was in trouble. Tell John not to ask him to join, but John doesn't think so. He always believes that Mr. Fowler's heart is not what it seems.
"Originally I didn't want to risk my life, but I promised to protect you, kid, so I'll join." Liam Fowler gave a compromise answer between the worst answer and John's expectation.
"Well done... Then Grimes, Catherine, please maintain the operation of this place when we leave. Thomas, you will be responsible for guarding the village. You are the only remaining gunman. Don't let O'Drisco's gang People took advantage of the situation. Mr. Kyle, you can continue to do your crafts." John suddenly remembered something. A child was not here. At this moment, he was really angry and walked away, "Bibbo? Where are the Bibbo people? Already?"
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