game traveler

Chapter 68 Dach's Secret

"Hosea, inform everyone, pack your bags immediately, we are leaving here!"

"Arthur, you and Charles go to that Cape Cremon to see if it's a trap, or it's a good place like Anos said..."

After hearing Daqi's order, Hosea did not leave the tent immediately, but stood up and asked, "So, let's continue going east, is this the plan?"

"That's it for now."

"Well, at least we have a plan. So when do we stop?"

"After temporarily throwing off this wave of pursuers, continue to keep a low profile, and then we will find a suitable place to stop."

As soon as Dutch finished speaking, Arthur on the side did not forget to interject: "Don't forget our money in Blackwater Town."

"Yeah! We'll go back and get our money when it's all settled down and there's no damn Pinkerton and Cornish bodyguards in the ass anymore."

When he said this, there was a slight ripple in Dach's heart.

He knew that he had already taken out part of the stolen money hidden in Heishui Town.

And the one who knows this secret, besides Dach himself, is Micah...

Oh yes, Micah!
At this time, Dach finally remembered that obedient and capable little brother.

"By the way, Micah is still in jail in Strawberry. We can't leave him!"

After a pause, Dutch looked at Arthur, "Arthur, have you been to Strawberry Town?"

"Not yet, I'll come back and inform you right away after hearing the news from Rorschach."

Seeing that Dutch didn't ask, Arthur didn't tell the embarrassing thing about himself and Lenny drinking in Valentine for a day, and then being thrown into prison for a night of sleep.

After pondering for a while, Dutch stood up, reached out and patted Arthur on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice:

"Well, you and Charles will go to Strawberry Town first, rescue Micah, and then go to Cremon Point."

"We are a family, we must not leave any member behind!"

Hearing Dutch's touching speech, even though he was reluctant in his heart, Arthur had no choice but to nod:

"All right…"

After stepping out of the tent, Arthur yelled to the center of the camp:

"Hey Charles, I need your help!"

Hearing this, a strong black man who was chopping firewood standing in the open space of the camp could not help but raise his head.

I saw him wearing a light blue gown, a homemade handmade necklace on his chest, and long black hair casually scattered on his shoulders.

He looked more like a hunter than a cowboy.

Charles Smith is a mixed race of blacks and Indians.

After her mother was captured by soldiers, she lived with her black father for a while, and then at the age of 13, she began to be self-reliant.

A few months ago, I met the Van der Lin gang and joined this big family.

This taciturn big man is a very loyal person.

No matter who it is, as long as members of the gang ask him for help, he will be obliged.

This time, it was no exception.

. . .

As soon as the two left the camp on horseback, Charles asked, "Where are we going?"

"Go to Strawberry Town first."

"Strawberry Town?"

Grasping the reins with both hands, and riding the horse forward, Arthur explained helplessly:

"Our troublesome Mr. Bell, got himself in jail. To save him from being hanged, Dutch sent us to get him out."

"Mika was arrested?"

"Yeah, that idiot got drunk and shot people in Strawberry Town."

Hearing this, Charles was silent for a while before speaking again: "To be honest, I don't like Micah."

"Ha, who isn't." Arthur couldn't agree more.

"He is like a dynamite bag that cannot be loaded with fuses, and it may explode at any time. And you don't know whether it will be someone else or himself who will be killed by the bomb."

"Just don't blow us up..."

While talking, the two arrived in Strawberry Town.

Let Charles go to the tavern to wait for him, while Arthur pretended to be a bounty hunter and went to the police station to inquire about the situation.

However, he got an unexpected message from the sheriff.

Go back to the tavern and meet Charles.

"That is to say, Micah escaped with another prisoner during the escort?"

This news caused a look of surprise to appear on Charles' calm face.

"Well, that sounds like something he'd do."

"Then where is he now?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Arthur said casually, "Who knows, maybe he fought with someone in a tavern, or lay in the arms of a prostitute..."

"Then what should we do? Go find him? Or..."

"Don't worry about him, we have more important things to do. Maybe in a few days, he will come back full of alcohol..."

Neither of them thought much of it.

After all, they would never have imagined that Rorschach had colluded with the Sheriff of Strawberry Town in advance and gave them a false news.

Not to mention, the Micah they wanted to save had turned into a corpse.

It might even have been eaten by a hungry coyote or vulture...

The two got on their horses again, and Charles asked again: "Okay, where shall we go next?"

"Find a new place to camp. We're going to pack up and get going."

Hearing this, Charles frowned, "Going to change places again?!"

"We've got to do it, and fast! You know that young mayor in Valentine, don't you?"

"You mean that Rorschach Arnos?"

"Yes, he delivered us a piece of news, a piece of bad news..."

Next, Arthur explained to Charles that Cornwall was coming, and what happened with Rorschach's tip-off.

"I knew that I shouldn't have robbed that train back then!"

"Hosea said the same thing. However, Daqi said that we need money, and we do need money..." Arthur's tone was also mixed with a trace of helplessness.

"Fortunately, Anos told us the news, otherwise, we will be in trouble when the Cornwall people arrive."

"Yes, luckily..."

Whispering, Arthur pulled the rein with both hands, slowed down the horse, and suddenly asked, "Charles, what do you think this Rorschach Arnos is planning?"

"I don't have much contact with him, and I don't know much about him. However, I heard from people in Valentine that he is a good man who helped many poor people and disabled veterans, and also let many Chinese people work in his factories. "

"I have also seen with my own eyes how he treats other people. Whether it is the poor and the rich, or people of color, they can be treated equally. It shouldn't be a bad person."

Charles' analysis made Arthur nodded slightly.

Although unwilling to admit it.However, he vaguely agrees with Charles.

In Arthur's mind, such a thought suddenly popped up:
Perhaps it would be nice to be friends with such a person...

(End of this chapter)