"So, the O'Driscoll gang killed Mr. Yake? And these people saved you."

  In the dilapidated cabin, Stephen sat by the campfire, looking at Mrs. Adler, who was helping him bandage his wounds, and said somewhat awkwardly, "So, last night's fight was all for nothing."

  Mrs. Sadie, who was beside him, shook her head helplessly, "You were too impulsive."

  "Ahem, won't happen next time." Stephen coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, then quickly changed the subject, "So Mrs. Sadie, what are you planning to do next? Continue to stay in this...Van der Linde gang?"

  "Call me Sadie, Adler is dead." Mrs. Adler, no, now it's Sadie.

  She said through gritted teeth, "These people saved me, I can't just leave, and they have a score to settle with those O'Driscoll scum..."

  Stephen nodded, "I understand."

  Since these people also have a feud with the O'Driscoll gang, then they can cooperate. The enemy of my enemy is my friend!

  "Alright, you just need to rest well for a few days." Sadie cut off the excess gauze and bandaged Stephen's arm.

  She said sadly, "But with your body, you should recover quickly. I still remember when Yake and I rescued you, you were covered in wounds. We all thought you wouldn't make it. I didn't expect..."

  Sadie was naturally referring to when Stephen had just crossed over. At that time, he had four gunshot wounds alone, and countless injuries from being battered and bruised in the wild. As a result, this kid recovered in just one month.

  Stephen didn't know why either, and just thought of it as a perk of being a transmigrator.

  In the two years of struggling outside, he also learned to take advantage of his strengths, which was a fighting style that traded injuries for lives. Most people really can't learn or even think of it.

  "I'm sorry, I was late, Sadie, I should have come sooner." Stephen said dejectedly, "I wasted so much time in the mountains for nothing."

  "It's not your fault, it's not your fault." Sadie patted Stephen on the shoulder, "You don't need to blame yourself, it's what those O'Driscoll scum did."

  Just as the two were talking, two women walked in with a child.

  One of the young girls shouted as soon as she saw Stephen, "Wow, you're the one who beat Arthur and the others down? And knocked out a mouthful of teeth from that Micah guy? I really can't tell!"

  This girl had golden hair and looked very, well, buxom. She directly approached Stephen, seemingly wanting to see what kind of person could accomplish such great feats.

  "Uh, I'll take that as a compliment." Stephen looked at the woman so close to him and leaned back a little, "As for hurting that guy, I'm sorry."

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  "I'm Karen, nice to meet you." The woman named Karen stretched out a hand to Stephen and said in a forthright manner, "You don't need to feel sorry, a lot of us hate Micah, that guy's mouth is a cesspool, it's about time someone shut him up."

  "I'm Stephen, Stephen Johnson." Stephen shook her hand amicably.

  When shaking hands, he clearly felt that this woman named Karen had a lot of calluses on her hands. Judging from the position, this sturdy woman was also a gunslinger.

  But that's normal, who doesn't have a few tricks up their sleeve in this day and age.

  "I'm Abigail, and this is my son, Jack." The other woman looked like a standard mother and smiled friendly at Stephen.

  "Um, although it may be a bit presumptuous to say so, but, could you please step outside for a moment? We have some women's business to discuss." Abigail smiled apologetically at Stephen.

  "Ah, no problem, I'll take a walk outside." After saying goodbye to the ladies, Stephen walked straight out.

  It was already bright, but the heavy snow was still falling. The gloomy sky seemed to be pressing down to crush everything on the ground, and the large clumps of snow hitting his face stung.

  Stephen pushed open the door, and the white horse was tied to the doorway, staring at Stephen with its big eyes.

  This guy was used to the freezing weather and didn't feel cold at all. On the contrary, he looked very energetic.

  Stephen stepped forward, took out a horse brush, and brushed its fur to remove the ice and snow on its body. The horse whined comfortably.

  While brushing the horse, Stephen's mind was flashing with the scene from last night. Thinking back now, last night was really thrilling.

  Speaking of which, this small gang is really full of hidden talents.

  Not only was there a fat black man who could take three of his knife attacks head-on, but there was also a gunslinger who could force him to trade injuries for lives. Even the guy who teased Sadie at the beginning, just based on the speed and reaction of drawing his gun, was not someone that ordinary people could compare to.

  Last night, he seemed to be rampaging, but he was just taking advantage of a sneak attack. If he really fought them head-on, he wouldn't be a match.

  Indeed, this world is full of people more skilled than himself. This year of smooth sailing had made him a little too arrogant.

  Stephen was reflecting on himself when he heard a sound approaching from behind.

  He turned around and saw that it was the gunslinger from last night.

  "Comin' out for a smoke?"

  This guy had a cigarette in his mouth and a light in his hand. He was planning to come out and enjoy himself. Seeing Stephen brushing the horse, he walked over to talk.

  "Who would say no?" Stephen didn't stand on ceremony. He directly took the cigarette, lit it with the match in the other man's hand, and took a satisfying puff.

  "I'm Arthur Morgan, and you?" The man looked at the composed Stephen and asked curiously.

  "Stephen Johnson, a bounty hunter." Stephen said without hesitation, "You're very skilled. I've never seen anyone with such good marksmanship as you."

  This wasn't a compliment, but rather Arthur's marksmanship had left a deep impression on Stephen last night.

  He had only seen someone who could control an ordinary cowboy revolver so well in novels in his previous life.

  Arthur lowered his head and smiled, exhaling a puff of smoke, "You too, I've never seen someone who can catch our whole gang off guard alone."

  The two looked up at each other at the same time. The atmosphere suddenly fell silent. After a long time, the two burst into laughter at the same time, attracting the curious gaze of the white horse.

  "Haha, this is interesting. By the way, that guy from last night should be okay, right? The one called Micah, I think?" Stephen asked with a smile.

  "That poor guy who got his teeth knocked out? Don't mind him. No one likes that foul-mouthed guy. He needed to be taught a lesson." Arthur waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

  Looks like Karen was right. That guy really is the kind that everyone hates...

  Stephen shrugged. He was really curious how bad this guy's character had to be to make the people in the same gang hate him so much.