Because they were preparing to make their move in the middle of the night, it was still early, so the three of them rode their horses slowly towards Valentine.

  As they were leaving, Pearson, who had already cooked the meal, looked at the three of them with regret, as if lamenting that they wouldn't be able to eat his carefully prepared stew.

  Stephen, for one, never wanted to eat that stuff again in his life.

  To fill his stomach, he simply grabbed two cans from the camp for dinner.

  The three of them remained silent along the way. Charles was a man of few words; this black guy was usually taciturn, never wasting words if he could use his fists.

  Stephen was thinking about the O'Driscoll gang, his head buried in thought the whole time.

  Arthur, beside him, couldn't help himself; he wasn't one to hold his tongue.

  "Hey, Stephen, where were you working as a bounty hunter before?" he asked, looking at Stephen.

  "Strawberry, sometimes wandering around between Valentine and Rhodes. I've also been to Blackwater and Saint Denis, but mostly Strawberry," Stephen said, looking at Arthur in surprise. "Why the sudden interest?"

  "Ahem." Arthur coughed twice, a little awkward. "Well, even though you haven't joined us, you're still kind of a companion, and we should get to know each other, right?"

  This was actually a task that Dutch had given Arthur. Dutch felt that Arthur had a better relationship with Stephen and wanted him to find out more about this mysterious guy.

  But Arthur wasn't good at these things, so he just asked directly.

  Stephen didn't know any of this and just assumed that Arthur was curious about his past. He said with a smile, "There's not much to tell. Just take on missions, catch criminals, and then spend the money on food, drinks, and wandering around. It's a dull and boring life."

  "No, that sounds like a good life." Charles, who was riding ahead with his head down, said to Stephen, "Have you ever thought about settling down somewhere?"

  Stephen sighed and said with some melancholy, "I used to think about it, buying a nice farm or something, but I can't now."

  "Dutch once told me that revenge is a luxury we can't afford," Arthur said slowly, looking at the distant birds. "Maybe, and I mean maybe, letting go of some things will make your life better."

  "No, that's impossible," Stephen said through gritted teeth. "This isn't revenge, this is the judgment those bastards deserve."

  Just thinking about the way Mr. Yake had died so tragically, Stephen couldn't live peacefully.

  Arthur looked at Stephen's gloomy face and suddenly laughed. "Maybe we should change to a lighter topic, like, uh, is the wine in Strawberry any good?"

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  "Strawberry is a town that prohibits alcohol. You'll get arrested for drinking there," Stephen said, somewhat speechlessly.

  What's up with Arthur? Why does he always bring up topics out of nowhere?

  "My God, that's a miserable place," Arthur slapped his forehead. "How did such an absurd law get passed?"

  While the three of them were chatting idly, the sky gradually darkened, and they arrived on the outskirts of Valentine.

  "According to the plan, I'll go check out the Clinic. Stephen, you go to the Sheriff's office," Arthur said, looking at the increasingly deserted streets.

  "Okay, then I'll go check the back door," Charles said calmly and led his horse away slowly.

  After temporarily bidding farewell to the two, Stephen led his horse to the Sheriff's office and boldly pushed open the door and walked in.

  "Sheriff Malloy, do you have any evil that needs to be eradicated lately? I need some jobs that pay well," Stephen shouted towards the sheriff sitting behind the desk as soon as he entered.

  The sheriff looked up, saw Stephen who had returned, and couldn't help but let out a laugh. "What, is your pocket so empty that you can't even rest for a few more days?"

  "Ah, don't even mention it, it's a nightmare," Stephen said,捂着头 in a look of pain. "So, any fugitives on the loose recently?"

  "As a matter of fact, there is one." Sheriff Malloy grabbed a piece of paper from the desk and threw it to Stephen.

  "A woman who killed her own mother. Everyone calls her the Black Widow," Sheriff Malloy said. "Bring her back to face trial, and you'll get a bounty of 25 dollars."

  "And remember, alive! Not! Chopped up and sent back."

  It seems Stephen had left a considerable psychological shadow on the sheriff.

  Stephen picked up the wanted poster from the desk and looked at it.

  "Ellie Annie Swan. Killed her mother, possibly near Cumberland Falls, and has also taken a man hostage. Quite a good prey," Stephen nodded with satisfaction.

  "Don't worry, I'll bring her back so you can give her a fair trial," Stephen said confidently.

  "I hope so," Sheriff Malloy stood up and stretched. "I'm off duty now, so you can get lost."

  Stephen looked around casually, then looked at the sheriff with curiosity and asked, "Where's the Deputy Sheriff, sir? I remember he was the one who arrested me last night..."

  "What, do you want to take revenge on my deputy in front of me, the sheriff?" Malloy露出一个不屑的笑容 with a sneer. "Don't cause trouble in my territory, understand?"

  "Okay, okay, don't get so excited, sir. I'm just asking, I didn't say I was going to do anything. I'm still busy making money!" Stephen said, spreading his hands with an innocent look.

  "He took half the deputies on a business trip to the oil refinery. There was a murder case there. So even if you wanted to take revenge, you wouldn't be able to find him," Sheriff Malloy said with a laugh. "Now get lost, bounty hunter, I'm closing up."

  "Alright, sir, I'm leaving." Stephen said, then turned around and left the Sheriff's office.

  He led his horse to the entrance of the saloon, tied it to the front door, then entered the bar and greeted Martin behind the counter.

  He asked him to prepare a meal and send it to the private room upstairs, then headed straight for the back door.

  After leaving the saloon through the back door, he followed the small road all the way to the back door of the Clinic. Charles and Arthur were already waiting there.

  "How is it, what's the situation inside?" Stephen asked, looking at Arthur, who looked relaxed, and Charles, who was calm.

  "An owner and a woman. Can't see much further inside," Arthur said, holding a bag in his hand. It seemed that he had spent some money to find out.

  Charles pointed to the iron gate in the distance. "I listened at the door for a while, and if I'm not wrong, there should be three people."

  "Very good, the Deputy Sheriff isn't in town, and the Sheriff's already off duty. That means as long as we're careful, no one will stop us," Stephen said with a smile.

  "Then let's wait a little longer, and make our move when there are fewer people," Arthur decided immediately.

  It seemed tonight would be another sleepless night.