Stephen didn't rest, or rather, he didn't want to.

  Whenever he had free time, he would think of the warm scene of Mr. Yake and Mrs. Sadie, which made him suffer terribly.

  He threw all the corpses of those O'Driscoll gang scum off the cliff, they were not worthy to stay in this beautiful place.

  Moreover, he believed the wolves and hyenas down the mountain would love them.

  After everything was cleaned up, Stephen sat in the still intact stable, took out a map of the nearby states and observed it carefully.

  He was too late, what happened here had occurred several days prior and heavy snow covered up all the traces.

  There was no way he could catch up now, but he needed a direction.

  This place was too desolate, there was only an abandoned village in the middle of the valley that could hide people. Stephen immediately decided to go to Shady Belle and see.

  There was no need to take the supplies he brought back, Stephen placed everything in front of Mr. Yake's grave, considering it an offering for the memorial.

  Then he removed the pack saddle from the pack horse and put it on the white horse.

  He didn't have time to slowly walk back with two horses, he had to leave quickly. The white horse, capable of traveling unimpeded on the snow, was naturally the best choice.

  The white horse was very dissatisfied with the things on its back, struggling to throw off the saddle.

  Stephen was in no mood to waste time with it, he gave it two punches, making its head buzz, and it immediately quieted down.

  Faced with the angry Stephen, even the proud creature had to lower its head, completely convinced.

  After removing everything from the black horse, Stephen stroked its head to say goodbye. This fellow had accompanied him for so long, but now it was time to part ways.

  Stephen gave it a hard slap on the rump, the horse turned its head to look at Stephen, then slowly left.

  Only taking the necessary food and survival supplies, he threw everything else away. Carrying too much would only affect his speed. With everything prepared, Stephen grabbed his weapons and jumped on the horse.

  A Springfield Rifle, an old Schofield Revolver given to him by Mr. Yake, a custom engraved Schofield, a Pump-Action Shotgun, a roll of rope for catching people, a dagger and a long knife, and some ammunition.

  This was all of Stephen's equipment. He squeezed the horse's belly and with a shake of the reins, the white horse under his crotch carried Stephen and rushed out quickly.

  This guy was indeed magnificent, able to gallop like the wind on such rugged and snowy mountain roads.

  It seemed to know where to go and where to go fast, carrying Stephen up and down the mountain paths. What would have taken Stephen half a day to walk, it completed in less than an hour.

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  Soon, Stephen arrived at his first stop, the village of Shady Belle in the center of the valley.

  Seeing the state of the village, Stephen knew he had found the right place.

  A wisp of smoke slowly rose from the long-abandoned village, several horses were tied in front of several dilapidated houses, and there were several covered wagons around, indicating that there were quite a few of them.

  Stephen dismounted, led the horse to hide under a tree on the side, and took out his binoculars to carefully observe the movements in the village.

  There were two sentries at the entrance of the village, both carrying weapons, looking very elite.

  Under a dilapidated house not far away, a fat man was burning a fire, seemingly a cook preparing food. There were also two women walking around, followed by a child?

  Judging from this alone, these people didn't seem like bandits at all, but more like a group of refugees.

  Stephen was very confused. Could it be that they really encountered kind people who saved Mrs. Sadie?

  You know, how could bandits who rob houses carry children? Women were possible, after all, those people had needs, but what about the child?

  Stephen put down his binoculars and looked up at the sky. It was gradually getting dark. He took out his pocket watch, it was already past 5 o'clock, and he estimated that it would be completely dark in another hour.

  The situation was unclear, Stephen decided to act when it was dark, and then find Mrs. Sadie first.

  Stephen led the horse to a forest in the distance, bending down while walking and sweeping away the accumulated snow, so as to eliminate the traces of his passage as quickly as possible under the heavy snow.

  After tying the white horse, he quietly squatted on the ground, organizing his equipment.

  This was a covert operation, so he wouldn't take the long guns. He put the rifle and shotgun back on the horse's back, only taking his two pistols, the spare dagger behind his waist, and his long knife.

  This was a long knife with a very Chinese flavor, a trophy Stephen obtained half a year ago when he captured a Korean fugitive. He liked this knife very much, so he kept it with him.

  In his previous life, he was also an amateur who had practiced a few moves. In this life, relying on his strong physique, quick eyes, and quick hands, he rarely encountered opponents.

  Therefore, sometimes, compared to shooting from a distance, he preferred to swing his knife and chop.

  The wind in the mountains was strong and cold, Stephen squatted on the snow and didn't move. After a while, he felt his whole body shivering. Helplessly, Stephen had no choice but to take out a blanket and warm himself against the white horse's belly.

  Shivering like this for a while, it finally became completely dark. Stephen held his breath and waited a little longer, until the lights in those dilapidated houses were all turned off, and then he slowly stood up.

  After slightly moving his body that was about to freeze, he held a long knife in one hand and a revolver in the other, and slowly walked towards the village.

  The snow on the ground was deep, and Stephen was walking with great difficulty. In order to make as little noise as possible, he could only try to lower his body, even to the point of lying completely on the snow and crawling.

  Those people seemed to be resting, and there was only a skinny black guy squatting in front of a bonfire on watch.

  This guy was holding a bottle of wine and taking sips from time to time, drinking himself drunk.

  Stephen quietly came to a small tree not far behind him, grabbed a pile of snow on the ground, and threw it towards another small tree.

  The snow hit the treetop, knocking down a pile of accumulated snow, making a lot of noise, and the guy heard the noise. Sure enough, he slowly walked towards the small tree.

  When this kid passed by Stephen, he quickly jumped up from the ground, grabbed his throat with one hand, and held the hilt of the long knife with the other hand, and slammed it against the back of the guy's head.

  Under such a heavy blow, the kid was directly knocked unconscious. Stephen quickly caught his body and slowly placed him on the snow.

  This guy looked quite young. Stephen originally wanted to finish him off directly. But then he thought, if these people were really good people, then wouldn't that be terrible?

  But he was afraid that this kid would suddenly wake up and get in the way, so he took out a rope, tied the guy up tightly, stuffed his mouth with a strip of cloth, and finally put him behind a small house.

  If these people were really good people, then he would release this guy later. If these people were villains, then this guy would freeze to death here.

  Stephen was not a completely good person, or rather, after wandering around the West for so long, even the most innocent person would become ruthless and black-hearted.