After an hour of galloping, John was almost exhausted, and with enough blood from the bullet scratch left on his calf, John held his tired eyes and found that there was no Leemone behind him, but he was alone with Miller gone. Suddenly, a wave of sleepiness hits John, and John collapses......

In the evening, many townspeople in Blackwater saw an unusual scene on the street.

A black horse staggered from a distance, its hooves wrapped in yellow mud that obscured its original color. The horse's head drooped, clearly exhausted. But fatigue can't hide its robustness. Look at its sassy muscles, and those who know a little about horses will see that it's not a strong pack horse or a ploughing horse, but rather a potential horse that can win a stake at a Tennessee horse racing festival. There is also a white birthmark in the shape of a cross on the bridge of the horse's nose, which makes it easy to distinguish it from other dark horses.

The horse was a foreigner-like man lying down, his feet in riding boots buckled in stirrups, his head resting on his neatly combed mane, as if he had fallen asleep. With his heavy snort, the horse grew tired of walking, and stopped at a door, and the man fell off his horse, and because the noise was so loud, that an old woman opened it cautiously, and dragged him in as she could hide her astonishment.

I don't know how long it took, but the early morning sun shone through the curtains on John's face, casting many dappled lights and shadows, and John finally pulled himself out of his dream, and saw this strange room, and he could not remember what happened since he fainted on the horse yesterday.

John struggled to his feet, opened the door and walked out, bumping into an old woman dressed plainly.

"Sorry, sir! It's been a day and a night, and you've finally woken up! Regarding your injuries, Mr. Benz said that there is no major problem. And also...... You're so heavy that I put you on the floor. ”

John was so stunned by the sudden words that he didn't realize that Black Pearl had indeed carried himself to safety after he and Miller had been swept away.

"You don't have to apologize...... It's me, I don't know how to express my gratitude, ma'am, my name is John Coaster, and you can call me John if you like. ”

"Oh, dear John, I would be glad if you called me Mrs. McLiver. You look so tired, why don't you sit back for a while? ”

"It's an honor, but I have something to do now, can we talk later? Mrs. McRiver. John's head was a mess, and despite the long rest, the long-lasting gallop still exhausted him.

"O rich town!" Walking out the door, John couldn't help but admire, there were all kinds of taverns, grocery stores, and theaters on the street, and he thought that maybe this was the town of Blackwater in Miller's mouth. John looked down at his dirty coat, and then at his dirty horse not far away, which did not at all reconcile with the "abundance" around him. Perhaps a sequelae of lethargy, he walked aimlessly down the street, his eyes foggy, and he almost hit a telephone pole, and just as he looked away from the pole, he noticed a notice posted on it.

Wanted

Live or dead

John Coaster, a six-foot-tall former Pinkerton detective, unlawfully shot an incumbent after leaving office, is hereby ordered.

Prize: $500 (with a sketch of John's face)

Miller was right. If these wanted notices were posted in Reagan County...... "John was adamant in his heart about the need to leave home. To avoid unnecessary trouble, John put his head in his hood and walked briskly to Mrs. McLiver's quarters, who enthusiastically opened the door for him, with a smile on her face.

"Madam, have you read the signs on the street? I can't stay with you anymore, I don't want to bring danger to anyone!" As soon as John entered the room, he quickly turned around and closed the door, locking it. Mrs. McLifeffer rushed up with a lunge, grasped John's right biceps with both hands, looked at him with pleading eyes, and said after a moment's hesitation.

"No, I'm not afraid, I'm sure you have a hard time, don't you? You have his shadow in you. Mrs. McLivier had a free hand to wipe away her tears. "Forgive me for being so excited," he said, sobbing, "I just can't stop thinking about him—my Mr. McLiver, you really resemble him!" It's a pity that the one I love died of a misunderstanding. ”

Mrs. McLivere invited John to the table and sat down and invited him to eat the bread on the table, while she continued to tell the story of her poor husband.

"Those Skinning Brothers, the unearned guys, they stole my husband's wood in Strawberry Town and abused him to mutilate. The bounty hunters were even more abominable, and when they arrived, my husband was lying on the ground wailing for help, and the blind men killed him on the spot as an accomplice of the Skinning Gang, and even received a $25 bounty. John, I used to believe that the doom that Heaven has arranged for everyone is equal, but now I don't think that way at all. ”

"I'm sorry."

"So, I don't believe anything on the wanted anymore."

Robbery, wood, bounty hunters...... John leaned against the window and thought a lot that night.

Mr. McLifever, Mrs. McLifell, and even himself, as well as many of the victims, have lived in the midst of the tragedy of social change and changing times in this country.