Dear Mr. Coaster,

Spread the letter like a meeting.

Since the last separation, I have been desperate to meet with you, but I am stumped by some things at the moment, and I am negotiating relations with my law enforcement in Anissberg, and one of them, Mr. Turnberg, who is the new Foreign Secretary of State in Anissberg, has some tricky matters in his position, which involve Detective Pinkerton and Mr. Berkage Long, who disappeared last year, and Mr. Turnberg has offered a good price to attract a gangster who is outside the law to handle these things for him, and I immediately think of you- John Coaster.

Let me tell you about my mother, who gave me half of the white blood that flowed through me. Her name was Maria Milley, from her father's last name, though she preferred to be called the Cave Aunt, she lived in a beaver cave, she was a bit self-defeating in temperament, and she needed the comfort of men, and the Indians had broken her heart. I have a small request, and if you can persuade her to move into the cottage I have rented in Annisberg, then I will introduce you to Mr. Tenberg.

John folded the letter and put it in his bag, he was a little interested in this Tenberg who had dabbled in the troubled waters of Detective Pinkerton, and knowing him might be able to find out more about Owen, but Ainluber also made his own conditions - persuading a woman, which should not be difficult, plus he has been relatively idle recently, John decided to give it a try.

The Beaver Cave is not far from the reservation, a ten-minute horseback ride. Although the Beaver Cave is located on the territory of Annisberg, it looks like a secluded and hidden cave, and the open space in front of the cave is dotted with bottles and cans, indicating that there was once a gang camping here.

John took a deep breath and walked into the beaver cave, the gust of wind blowing from the depths of the cave made him shudder a little, "Maria! ”

"Maria!" John shouted again, and suddenly he remembered another name, "Cave Girl." ”

"No need to shout, sir, I hear you."

A woman in a light gray dress emerged from the darkness, the glimmer of the candlestick in her hand reflecting her haggard countenance, unbefitting her age, and the mottled wrinkles on her forehead resembled over-squeezed boot leather...... The woman straightened her back slightly, and her bare feet stirred the mud in the hole, looking unconcerned.

"Who are you?" The woman asked in a hoarse voice.

"Ma'am, I'm John Coaster."

"Mr. Coster, are you a close friend of my son?"

"I didn't expect him to describe me like that, but...... Yes, I have a good relationship with Anlube. ”

"Then I don't need to introduce myself, sir, where are you from?"

"Reagan County, Texas."

"Are you married?"

"Well, not only that, but there's also a son who is a little younger than Anluber."

Then you should know how to comfort a mother, a down-and-out woman. I'm in a good mood today, you give me money, and we can get started. The woman hugged her hips and said expectantly.

"I didn't mean that, I came at the invitation of Anluber."

"He invited the Indians, and now you're the first white."

"I'm different."

"They all say that, what's the difference in the end? It's not all about shooting and leaving. ”

"Ma'am, I'm here to ask you to leave this place."

Maria put the candlestick in her hand on the rock stand next to her: "What? You are going to give me food and drink. ”

"It's your son Anluber, who has rented you a house on the street in Annisberg."

"Oh? In this way, my Anluber is really a good baby who understands his mother, and he used to introduce his mother to prostitutes of the same clan, but now he knows how to arrange for his mother to go to the city. ”

"There are some things I don't understand, but it seems that your son is sincere at the moment."

"Sir, let me tell you, your so-called sincerity is to go around looking for someone to abuse your mother."

"Moving to Anissberg, he wants you to have a fresh start."

"He wants me to pick up customers in the city, and not to have sex with the Indians, collect some clean money, and fight with the young girls for gimmicks."

"Anisberg already has laws prohibiting this kind of behavior, so you can rest assured. If Anlubeau had thought so, I'd clean him up, Lady Milley. ”

Maria shook her head and kicked her feet around in the muddy water, mud splashing onto the edge of her skirt.

"Sir, some things are not all Anluber's fault, I can't support myself, only this way." The woman said with a little crying, "I am a useless woman, I can't handle needlework, and I can't do farm work because I'm too thin." From Ireland here, everyone has abandoned me, even my son. ”

"Madam, you should not lose faith, everyone has a meaning to exist."

"Don't comfort me with those words that comfort the lady, I have no foundation for my life, I can only rely on men, this is the truth."

Then the two were silent for a long time, and Maria picked up the candlestick several times and put it down, sighing incessantly. John hung his head too, thinking about what to do next to persuade the poor and stubborn woman.

Maria was the first to break the silence: "So, Mr. Coster...... Can you give me a brief warmth? ”

John took out his wallet, took out a small stack of banknotes from it, and handed it to the woman in front of him.

Maria was stunned: "I'm not worth that much money. ”

"You can use the money to buy some new clothes, and I will teach you a skill to survive when it comes to food."

"Mr. ......"

John decisively removed his roller locking rifle from his back, a gift from Mrs. McLivier, and today he was going to give it to the lady in front of him in the trough of time, and he wanted her to understand that anyone in this land deserved the opportunity to be transformed.

"Take this gun."

Maria took the gun with a trembling hand, "I've never used it...... I haven't killed anyone. ”

"Quite simply, it will give you a good lunch and dispel bad people."

John then briefly recounts the use of the rifle, and John observes that Mrs. Milley's eyes are always filled with a desire to learn.

"Aren't you afraid I'll do something else with a gun? Like what...... Result yourself. ”

"You've been strong, and I don't believe you're going to kill yourself."

A smile of relief appeared on Maria's face: "Since there are still people in this world who have not given up on me, I should insist on living." ”

"That's what I want to hear, Mrs. Milley, and it's Anlube's intention to postpone the trip to Annisberg a little longer, and to cheer you up."

After leaving the Beaver Cave, John did not return to the camp, but went straight to the reservation of Papiti. As he reached the outskirts of the camp, John saw a young man dressed in frivolous clothes accosting an Indian girl.

"Anruber!"

Anluber waved his hand away from the girl, "What's the matter, sir?" Have you ever been to a beaver cave? ”

"Go."

"Did she agree to go to Anissberg?"

"No, but I taught her how to survive, and Lady Milley decided to stay in the Beaver Cave."

"This crazy woman, I gave her a chance." Anluber grimaced.

"What opportunities have you given you? You've been taking advantage of your mother. ”

"She's good at selling her body to make money, and Anissberg's high-class can make her a lot of money, and I'm just helping her."

John spat on the ground, "No one would help anyone like that, especially to their own mother." It seems that your mother is not moaning without illness, and what you are doing is too unethical. ”

"Don't be so dead, aren't you also a ruthless killer. Think about the people you killed, how will their wives and mothers feed themselves? It's not like he's become a prostitute. So, it's definitely not you who is qualified to judge me, John Coaster, but the same values drive us to be mutually beneficial – and that must be acknowledged. ”

John's face turned blue: "You...... What an insidious sophist. ”

"I know you're angry, and I sometimes want to suffocate myself, but if you want to get acquainted with Mr. Tenberg, you have no choice but to calm down. So please calm your anger, Mr. Coster, and get back to the matter at hand. Whatever your opinion, I will tell Mr. Turnberg that you would love to be his helper, and that you just have to wait for my news. ”

"Friends like you don't get much better." John's tone softened slightly.

"That's right, Brittle Tenberg is a bastard, and the irony is that the bastard became a big official and snare bastards like him everywhere......"