A lot had happened that day, and when John returned to the inn and found that everyone had fallen asleep with the door closed, he put Baglow's snake oil aside, and lay down and fell asleep.

The next day, when the sun was shining through the window over the soft bed, John opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Mr. Fowler leaning against the window grille and looking out.

"Mr. Baglow is such a nice guy, he gave me some medicine and told me how to advance the dead eye." John looked out the window at the morning light and said, remembering what had happened yesterday was still fresh in his mind.

"Dead Eye? So you're not sick? Mr. Fowler turned.

"At least that's what Sevo Baglow said, how do you know him? Dr. Baglo lives in the wilderness, and you shouldn't be able to meet him, let alone get acquainted. ”

"This boy was a former criminal, and when I met him, he begged me to unshackle his feet and promised to treat me as a benefactor. I agreed, and when I talked to him later, I learned that he was a doctor at St. Denis, who had been thrown into prison for being falsely accused of death. ”

"You should really look at him, he lives alone in the wilderness, living a solitary but free life." John got dressed and got out of bed, knowing that he couldn't stay in bed all day when he was wanted, and lost his life because of laziness.

"Go see him? Are the two fugitives sympathetic to each other? You should take a look at this. Mr. Fowler handed over a piece of vellum with words on it.

It was a wanted bounty, apparently against John and his gang, and if John remembered correctly, the bounty for each head had increased by dozens of dollars compared to St. Denis's at that time.

Mr. Fowler looked sideways out the window, "They've gotten to Strawberry Town, maybe they're in town right now, but we don't know when the detectives will make a move." ”

"We've got to get out of town, we're going to keep the gang members safe, and we've got to clear the barriers that stand in our way." John pinned his pistol to his waist and wore a vest of wild deerskin, his favorite battle attire.

"Yesterday I found some bounty hunters stalking around the hotel, just in case I moved the others, and calling you out to find Sevo Baglow is also a way for you to get their attention and create the illusion that the gang is still at the hotel." Fowler pulled out the pistol in his holster, "But we are still here." ”

John leaned out to see that someone in the crowd was staring at the window, "I have to find a way to escape." ”

"Follow me!"

In addition to the main entrance, the back hall of the hotel, the bathhouse, also has a door that leads to the street, which is relatively secluded, and there are many customers and technicians passing by, from which John and Fowler can safely reach the street.

When he got out into the street, Mr. Fowler lowered the brim of his hat and warned John not to let his guard down, "The inn can hold them back for a while, and when they find that the room is empty, they will look for them all over the street." ”

John nodded slightly, took the revolver out of his waist pocket and inserted it in the secondary pistol holster, if he was in danger, he could quickly pull out his pistol to fight, and with his Eye of Death's ability, it should not be a problem to deal with small enemies.

The inn was crowded with people coming and going, and John thought that there should be no shortage of plainclothes detectives from Pinkerton, and it would take time to recognize him and Mr. Fowler, but he didn't think he could take it lightly, and if something unusual happened, Detective Pinkerton would block the whole street.

In fact, Detective Pinkerton has already secretly cordoned off the streets of Strawberry Town, and arranged many eyes on the way. What John and the others didn't know was that Owen Smith, thousands of miles away, planned to arrest or wipe out John and the others in Strawberry Town, so he did not hesitate to present another massacre for Strawberry Town.

Owen Smith, the commander of the Pinkerton detectives in several nearby states, and the small leader who is still in the leadership of the Pinkerton Detective Agency, how could he not know that John, who once wanted to be put to death, is still alive and sound, and he also knows the truth that the revenge of killing his father is not shared, so he has to use the remaining power in his hands as soon as possible to make the bounty hunters in the southwest flock to this tricky guy.

John, on the other hand, had long thought that Owen, an old enemy, was gradually aware of his existence and took control of his position, and that the strange things began to happen from Fort Brenand, didn't it mean that Detective Pinkerton was stepping up to catch up with him.

Detective Pinkerton didn't want the fat in his mouth to fall through again, and John must have known, "We're going to hurry, they're probably going to kill this time." ”

"Don't worry, John, we will definitely be picketed and interrogated if we leave town in a panic, and we should stay quiet at this time, and wait for Pinkerton's security to be loosened a little later before we act."

"Do you mean we're still going to stay in town? But there's no place for us to hide. "It's morning market time in Strawberry Town, and the streets are crowded with pedestrians for the detectives to search, and when people are back in their homes, there will be nowhere to hide in the streets, and what Mr. Fowler says is incomprehensible to John.

"Stay a little longer, and I know a place that is absolutely safe - the police station."

"Isn't going to the police station to fall into the net?" John was surprised.

Mr. Fowler let go of his tense expression and smiled reassuringly, "You forgot that Sheriff Farley doesn't welcome bounty hunters, he wants to let him handle everything that happens in town, and Detective Pinkerton's trespass will surely anger him." And we use that to stay in the police station for a while. ”

"Well, that's a good idea."

As Mr. Fowler had expected, Sheriff Farley gave them a warm welcome, and judging from the register, Detective Pinkerton did not visit the local police station. Mr. Fowler conversed with Sheriff Farley as usual, without the slightest sign of panic, and John just watched by the small window, praying that the time would pass quickly.

Once, an uninvited guest suddenly barged in, didn't say anything, and looked at the three people who were talking happily. John and Fowler turned their backs to the gate so that he didn't feel out of the ordinary, and Sheriff Farley, thinking it was a bounty hunter, violently blasted him out for disturbing the conversation between the officers.

A peaceful afternoon followed, with no more Pinkerton detectives to disturb them, and it was not until the night was completely dark that John and Mr. Fowler decided to leave, and as they were leaving, Mr. Fowler told Sheriff Farley that they would leave Strawberry Town, and there was a hint of reluctance on the heroic man's face.

The bright moonlight was shrouded in a cloud of drifting clouds, and on a rare occasion the townspeople extinguished the lights in their homes, leaving the town in the mountains pitch black, not to the point of reaching out to the point of not seeing their fingers, but it was enough for two people to sneak around at night.

"John, we've made another friend." Mr. Fowler whispered in the dark.