John and Jenny followed the traces on the ground and started tracing the traces two hours ago.

The traces were very clear, and after walking for about twenty minutes, John asked Jenny to slow down.

"Did you see it?" Jenny asked, looking at John.

"Well, let's get off the horse and go over." After saying that, he got off the horse and trapped the horse in a tree on one side.

This is a male white-tailed deer. The white-tailed deer in May has returned to its normal weight. John visually estimated that the male white-tailed deer weighed about 150 kilograms.

A big guy indeed, he was eating grass by the river.

John took the longbow and let Jenny carry the quiver. The two of them crouched down and walked slowly towards the white-tailed deer 100 meters away.

"Have you noticed the wind? We're at the tuyere right now, and we're going under it. Otherwise the wind will bring our scent to it," John said to Jenny.

The two moved more than a hundred meters to the west, slowly approaching it from the side.

After walking within a hundred meters, John motioned for her to stop.

"Give me the arrow, and I'll go alone, so that the volume can be kept to a minimum." Taking the bow and arrow, he bent and walked towards the target alone.

To be on the safe side, John took a risk and walked within fifty meters of the white-tailed deer.

Seeing that the white-tailed deer didn't notice him, he took a deep breath, then drew his bow and arrow.

To kill, he pulled a two-thirds full, pulling more than eighty pounds. (A 30-pound bow and arrow can kill people, and the bow and arrow pulling force for hunting large animals is generally more than 50 pounds, and basically no more than 70 pounds.)

The bow and arrow hit the big guy precisely with the sound of breaking the air.

John's arrow shot directly at its internal organs for the sake of safety, and the bow easily penetrated it.

When the arrow hit it, it struggled twice and then fell to the ground. It raised its head and howled twice, then kept trying to stand up. But the internal organs were penetrated so that it couldn't do anything, and he kept his head up and looked around at the attacker.

"Jenny, move the horse over here." John turned to Jenny and said.

"Okay." Jenny was excited about John's one-hit action.

He happily responded and ran to the horses to lead the two horses.

John walked over to the big guy, then pulled out the dagger and pressed it hard under its ear, ending its painful struggle.

Then John began to deal with the buck, which sawed off the buck's horns and discarded it, which was no use.

Then John lifted the 300-pound stag directly, put it on the back of Jenny's horse, and then tied it with a rope and fixed it.

"Fortunately you followed, otherwise I might have to dismember this stag here." John said to Jenny.

"It seems that Arthur's idiot guessed wrong, I'm not a burden." Jenny said happily.

Then the two of them rode John's horse and led Spot, who was carrying the stag, towards the direction of the camp.

It was already eleven o'clock in the afternoon when we returned to the camp.

John carried the buck into the kitchen, Pearson was smoking, and the old man John saw in the parsonage last night was there, and the two seemed to be discussing their past and past.

Pearson said with great joy when he saw John carrying his prey in.

"Oh ho! Oh my God, look at this? We're twenty of us on rations for the next three days. Haha it's a big guy. Put it on the chopping board, I'm going to dissect it now." Pearson commented on this The big guy who was close to 300 pounds was very excited, and quickly got up and picked up the boning knife beside him and told John to put it away.

John put things away.

"Aren't Arthur and Charles back yet?" John and Jenny asked casually as they approached the stove to bake.

"Hey Jenny, hey Mr. Wick." The old man greeted John and Jenny, smoking his pipe.

"Hey uncle." Jenny asked politely, but didn't say more.

"Go back, Jenny, you did a good job today." After taking the test for a while, John asked Jenny to go back to the big house. After all, she couldn't help with the next thing.

"I didn't see it, you were the first team to come back." Pearson cut off the deerskin, a process that took a lot of time.

"This deerskin is not bad, it can be used as a rug after treatment, or sold to the butcher in town." Pearson said and hung it aside.

Then call on John to help hang the deer upside down for the dissection.

Seeing that John lifted the 300-pound guy upside down on the barb with his hands, Pearson said in surprise, "Beautiful boy, you seem to have more strength than a bull."

"Maybe it's because I have the best genes from several countries." John said perfunctorily.

"Haha" Pearson smiled, and then placed a large wooden barrel under the deer's head, so that it could catch the blood and internal organs during dissection, so that it wouldn't be all over the place.

At this time Arthur and Charles also rushed back.

"Thank you, you taught me how to use a bow and arrow." Arthur was thanking Charles outside the kitchen.

"If you want to be proficient, you need constant practice." Charles said in a calm voice.

"Hey I thought you guys were going to take a while," John said after seeing the two.

"It seems that you are faster than the two of us. You have caught a big guy." Arthur carried a white-tailed deer weighing more than 100 pounds on the chopping board, and then glanced at Pearson, who was dissecting, and said to John.

"My little girl and I have a little better luck than you." John said with a smile.

Putting away the prey, Arthur glanced at the uncle who was cooking in the kitchen and said contemptuously.

"It's amazing that the mice in the camp are running around in the kitchen," he said as he walked into the fire to bake.

"That's how you greet old friends? I thought we hadn't spoken for a few days." The uncle said with some dissatisfaction.

"I try to avoid worms like you." Arthur's tone was still contemptuous.

"He actually likes me, but the way he expresses his love is a bit sad." The uncle said to John, who was watching the play.

John laughed silently.

"No, I never liked mice, get out now." Arthur said bluntly.

Hearing Arthur's bad tone, the uncle also knew that Arthur had lost his patience. So he stood up and said to the others, "Okay, gentlemen, see you later."

After saying that, the uncle walked out of the kitchen.

"You're all amazing, order this." Pearson put down his butcher's knife for a moment, then pulled out a bottle of Navy rum that John had drank that day.

"No, I've tasted it, no need." John waved his hand in rejection.

Both Arthur and Charles took two sips, and both said that this thing was not as good as John's whiskey.

"This is the best thing, your reward, hahaha" Pearson took the bottle and said again.

"Mr. Morgan, can you help me with the skin? That way I can speed things up," Pearson said.

"Can I skin you?" Arthur asked politely.

"You always like to make jokes like this." Pearson snorted.

"I'll leave it to you for the time being. This job isn't for wounded people," Charles said.

"I also withdrew, I wish you a happy autopsy, Arthur Morgan." John followed Charles out.

"Falk!" Arthur complained and picked up the dagger and started to work.

And John, who was walking with Charles, asked directly, "Is your hand okay?"

"Just a few days off, thank you." Charles responded politely.

"Maybe we can hunt those rumored animals together that day, and then keep them in captivity and open a rumored zoo or something." John suggested.

Gu/span "Oh, wait for the snowstorm to stop, let's find a safe place." Charles did not agree.

"I'm going to rest in the room for a while, how about you?" Charles said.

"I'm walking around," John stopped and said to him.

"See you." Charles said and walked into his room.

John glanced left and right, then walked towards Javier, who was on guard at the door.

"Hey" John walked over to Javier and took out a cigarette for him.

"Hey John." Javier put down his rifle and lit a cigarette.

"I heard that you and Arthur Charles went hunting." Javier said casually.

"Yes, the harvest is not bad, you don't have to worry about rations for at least five or six days." John took a deep breath of his cigarette and said.

"Thank you for what you did for the gang," Javier said with a smile.

"I can't just stay here and do nothing."

The two chatted casually for a while.

Then I saw Arthur walking towards him.

"Hey Arthur," Javier greeted.

"Hey Javier. John." Arthur responded and walked into the house.

After Javier and John looked at each other, Javier also walked in.

And John was smoking outside the house.

Javier had just entered the house when he heard Micah discussing loudly.

"I joined you because you dared to fight, but after a few days of running away, you guys started to become timid." Micah criticized the main force of the gang in this room.

Then he said to Lenny, the black kid sitting on the side, "Except you nigger, of course."

"Shut your dog's mouth, Micah," Lenny said bluntly, before taking a puff of smoke.

"I've never seen so many bitter faces." Micah continued to criticize.

"I think, I think we're talking about lost brothers," Bill retorted, smoking a cigarette.

"If I died that day, I don't want you to make such a fuss and cry." Micah said disdainfully.

"If you die that day, I think we will have a party to celebrate." Lenny said very seriously, sitting on the side.

"Hey-hey"

"hehe"

Lenny's words made Bill and the rest laugh. Bill laughed the loudest.

"Baijiu celebration? Hehe it's possible." Bill said while laughing.

Mika's expression suddenly changed and stood up.

Walking up to Bill, his voice seriously asked, "Is it funny?"

Bill looked at Micah in front of him and responded indifferently, "Of course." There was still a smile on his face.

Suddenly Micah punched Bill directly in the face, and Bill's hat was knocked off to one side.

Then Micah turned around handsomely, and Lenny and Arthur who had reacted immediately stepped forward to stop it, and rushed towards Micah's Bill with a furious face.

"Maybe I don't like being teased by people like you," Micah said, turning to Bill.

John outside the door clearly heard the farce, and then he saw Dutch coming towards him.

"Hey, Dutch." John greeted casually.

"Hey my friend, are you still used to it?" Dutch asked.

"It's not bad, but the brothers in the gang seem to be a little enthusiastic." John gestured to the farce inside with his eyes.

Dutch had an expression of hating iron and steel and then pushed open the door with a serious expression.

"Stop! Now!"

Dutch, who hadn't seen for a few days, came in from the door, eating and drinking the guy in the room.

The appearance of Dutch stopped the two who were ready to continue fighting.

Everyone looked at Dutch together.

"You two **** know how to beat your own people. The one who's really going to be beaten is Colm Odrico. Are you just waiting for Colm to bring someone to us? Everyone comes out with me. We have Business to do." Dutch said and walked out.

The people in the house were taken out, but John was still standing by the door smoking a cigarette.

Arthur, who came out, asked Dutch with uncertainty.

"Are you sure we want to do this?"

"Of course." Dutch answered affirmatively.

"Everyone has been through a lot these days, and we haven't recovered yet," Arthur said uncertainly.

And Dutch walked into Arthur immediately. "None of us want to be attacked in the wild by the Odrico Gang." After that, he patted Arthur on the shoulder. "Let's go, let's teach the person who should be taught."

Arthur, on the other hand, turned his head to look at John who was smoking outside the door, and then said beside Dutch.

"Dutch, I know you hate him."

"He's coming for us," said Dutch.

"I don't believe it." Arthur remained skeptical.

"No, you're just doubting me." Dutch forced Arthur to respond in this way, but it worked well for Arthur.

Sure enough, Arthur didn't bother about whether Dutch was for his own selfish desires, but said immediately.

"I'll never doubt you, Dutch. But you always say that revenge is a luxury we can't afford."

Dutch looked back at the number one thug who had been by his side since he was a child, and said with a serious expression, "This is the right choice, Arthur, you take this." Dutch handed Arthur a bolt-action rifle "This morning It's not just about revenge~lightnovelpub.net~ They're planning to rob trains, with detonators. Colm's information is always accurate. Let's go."

"Do you think it's a good time to rob a train?" Arthur asked weakly.

"You may not mind continuing to be a cowboy and continue to seek a living on the prairie, but I'm too old. I can't live this kind of life." Dutch said to John, who was smoking not far away.

"Mr. Wake, please help the rest protect the camp, okay?"

"I'm living here now. Although it's temporary, I promise that no one can step into this camp before I fall." John said with an ok gesture.

"Very good. Pearson, Matthews, Smith, you stay home, the Odrico guys are nearby."

"drive!!!"

Then he took the five people and rode away.

"It's quite majestic." John commented on this scene smoking a cigarette at the door.

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