Three days later.

  Stephen stretched languidly in the face of the rising sun, the hangover from getting drunk a few days ago finally gone without a trace.

  That night, the group went to the Livestock town Valentine's saloon for a drink as planned. At first, everything was normal. Everyone had a little wine and bragged.

  Stephen even found girls for Lenny and Arthur in advance.

  And then... then he couldn't remember. Anyway, Stephen had drunk himself into oblivion.

  He didn't know who started it, but then everyone started drinking like there was no tomorrow.

  Several people drank themselves senseless. In the end, Mary-Beth and Tilly were the ones who brought the five drunks back.

  In their words, the two women led five drunks through the dark jungle, which was a nightmare.

  Stephen, Lenny, Arthur, Uncle, and Karen were all drunker than the next.

  The wine in the saloon was naturally not good, but once the atmosphere reached that point, you couldn't control yourself.

  Inferior, unpleasant, and full of alcohol. Calling it industrial alcohol would be giving it too much credit.

  This caused Stephen to be dizzy when he returned to Horseshoe Overlook, and he didn't feel normal until today.

  "Hey, kid, looks like you've finally recovered."

  Stephen turned around and saw Arthur walking over with two cups of coffee.

  "You should practice your drinking, that kid Lenny can drink more than you." Arthur smiled as he handed the coffee to Stephen, even teasing him.

  "Forget it, once is enough for this kind of activity." Stephen shook his head and said.

  He slowly took a sip of the bitter coffee, revealing a painful expression.

  The coffee brewed in the Camp was even more bitter than what he brewed himself. The only good thing was that it was really refreshing.

  "Hosea asked me to go hunting. Interested?" Arthur asked with a smile, "He said he saw a huge bear in the northern mountains."

  "He also said that the bear was as big as two people and weighed about half a ton. It's very rare."

  "Bear? Aren't you guys robbers? How are you moonlighting as hunters?" Stephen said with a smile.

  "Occasionally. Anyway, I think it's a good idea. Just think of it as a change of scenery." Arthur said indifferently, "What do you say? Going?"

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  "Go, of course, I'll go." Stephen downed the bitter coffee in one gulp and said spiritedly.

  "I think it's good to get out and about. I've been lying around in the Camp for the past two days. I feel like my bones are getting soft."

  "You're a restless guy." Arthur laughed, "Then get ready to go. Old Hosea is already waiting for us."

  Stephen had just turned around when he saw Mrs. Sadie sitting under a tree in a daze.

  He turned back and asked, "Can I bring Mrs. Sadie? Like you said, maybe going out will improve her mood."

  Although Mrs. Sadie had been much better these days, she still often stared blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.

  Stephen was very worried about her situation, but he didn't know what to do.

  Arthur nodded decisively, "Of course."

  "I'll go find Hosea first and help him pack things. You know, he's an old man." Arthur said with a smile, "Let's meet at the Camp entrance in a bit."

  Stephen nodded and then walked towards Mrs. Sadie.

  Stephen organized his thoughts and then slowly said to Mrs. Sadie, "How about going out for a walk? Hunting, and Arthur and Hosea are going."

  "Mrs. Sadie, you have to cheer up. Maybe going out will be good for you."

  "Hunting?" Mrs. Sadie said blankly.

  "Yes, that's right, hunting, like you taught me before."

  Speaking of this, both of them were silent. Stephen was indeed not a guy who could comfort people.

  Stephen had no choice but to give Mrs. Sadie a bright smile: "Let's go. Don't sit here in a daze. This is not like the Mrs. Sadie I know."

  "In my impression, you weren't like this."

  "But I'm like this now." Mrs. Sadie looked at the long skirt she was wearing. This outfit was not suitable for riding a horse at all.

  "It doesn't matter. Let's go to Valentine first. There, you can change into a suitable outfit."

  Stephen said decisively, "I just made some money recently. I have to find a way to spend it on these annoying bastards."

  He picked up the Pump-Action Shotgun and Springfield Rifle next to him and handed them to Mrs. Sadie. She took the weapons, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in her eyes.

  "Pack up a bit and bring some daily necessities, and we'll set off!"

  Stephen said without allowing refusal. Mrs. Sadie hesitated for a while, then nodded in agreement.

  The two of them simply packed their things and then joined Arthur and Hosea at the Camp entrance.

  "Wow, brother, when did you change your horse?" Stephen asked, looking at the tall, or even somewhat gigantic horse next to Arthur.

  "When I went out, a loud-mouthed bastard tried to rob me, and then... you know." Hosea said with a smile.

  Don't look at this guy being old, his methods are not bad at all.

  "I'm going to let Arthur sell it and get a good horse. This kind of horse is really not suitable for riding. It's too big."

  Isn't it? Just at Stephen's glance, this horse was estimated to be six foot tall, and extremely wide.

  Even with Arthur's tall stature, he would probably have to do the splits while sitting on it.

  This was a Shire horse, the largest horse in the world.

  However, this majestic beast was not suitable for riding. It could only be used for plowing or carrying goods.

  Speaking of this, Stephen suddenly remembered that if he wanted to take care of the Watson's cabin, he would really need such a draft horse.

  After all, you can't let a top-notch horse like Whitey pull goods, right?

  He immediately said, "Why don't you sell it to me? I just happen to have a place to use it."

  "I can give you the money now. You can put it in the Camp first."

  "That's good, it saves me from being slaughtered by those unscrupulous merchants at the stable." Arthur said happily.

  "That's right, this horse should be returned to its owner."

  Arthur brought another horse over: "This was found in your stable. It should be yours."

  Arthur said this to Mrs. Sadie. Mrs. Sadie seemed a little stunned when she looked at the horse in front of her.

  This was indeed her horse, a good Tennessee Walker.

  "Let's go, Arthur. You ride mine first. When we get to Valentine, I'll buy you a new one." Hosea pointed to his horse and said.

  Just like that, Stephen and Mrs. Sadie rode their respective horses. Arthur took Hosea, and the four of them set off slowly.