100 Things You Must Do in the West

Jesus his mother Maria.

Jack murmured subconsciously when he first saw the little boy's face, but he immediately apologized in his heart to Ernosen, the old priest of Sendle Town.

Jack and the others rode to the back of the hill, and saw the group of humanoid creatures behind the hill. Jack dismounted and walked over, squatting down to check the life and death of the man.

If a body appeared on the outskirts of Sendel, it would be a challenge to the sheriff's ability: because it portends that there are robbers scurrying around.Indians?They regard white people as viruses, and it is impossible for them to rob passers-by within three kilometers of Sendel Town without taking away their bodies.Coyotes are even more nonsense.Jack thought a little depressed: But this guy's clothes are too clean.

Jack frowned and turned the man over, took a deep breath, and cursed in a low voice the "disrespectful words" that would surely be nagged for months by Father Enosson.

It was almost dark at that time, and the police officer behind Jack held up the torch, and part of the light shone on the man's face, which reflected a soft pearly texture without any blemishes—this guy was really astonishingly white.Moreover, the clothes on his body were clean and tidy, and there were no scars, blood stains or signs of struggle after being robbed at all.Even his facial expression was as serene as a "miner" who fell headfirst on a wooden bed after digging the mine for several days. He didn't make a sound, but luckily at least he was still breathing.

Jack squints: Seems like a nuisance.

But who let Jack be the sheriff of Sendle Town, and all the bad things within a few miles are under his control, except for the Indians.

Jack put the man on the horse and called a policeman to rush back to the town to drag the only doctor in the town from the drunks by the ditch to the police station, and he led his men behind.

Jack leaned against the gate of the police station, staring at the unknown beast lurking in the invisible darkness under the dim and flickering lights.The temporary "hospital bed" in the police station - a simple long wooden plank - Edward pulled a dirty handkerchief from his pocket with trembling hands, and wiped the sweat on his face nervously.

Jack glanced at the "potential victim" who was still in a coma on the board, and asked, "Are there any traces?"

Edward squeezed out a flattering smile: "Perfect, it's perfect..."

Jack waved his hand impatiently, as if waving away a fly: "Edward—I need a doctor's advice now."

Edward's hand trembled like an epileptic. "He's unscathed! It's unbelievable, not even a sunburn scar! How did he walk across that wasteland?" He grabbed Jack's arm and said excitedly, " It's nothing short of a miracle!"

Jack shrugged, and forcefully broke Edward's hand: "He may be the first victim to be robbed by robbers in Sendel Town, Edward, use your sailor's brain, do you understand what this means?"

Edward spread his hands indifferently: "This has nothing to do with me, can I go back and drink?"

Jack glared at him, pointing out that a police officer took Edward out of the police station, in case he fell into a ditch on the way back, and there was no spare doctor in Sendle Town to examine an alcoholic's injury.

Jack snorted coldly: Edward, on the other hand, can judge the injury for himself, then groan in pain, groan, and finally pass out.

He walked up to the man who passed out behind the mound, couldn't help but look and think...

The knock on the door woke him up from his sleep, Jack removed his hand from the gun on his waist, opened the door and frowned, an unexpected person came to the police station.

"Good morning, Sheriff." Madame Butterfly's smile was enough to dissipate the discomfort of being awakened.

"Good morning, ma'am, do you need any help?" Jack asked cheerfully, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the short and thin old man behind Madame Butterfly.

The old man smiled and greeted kindly.

Madame Butterfly confessed their purpose of coming - obviously, that little boy.A suspected robbery victim.Is there any more attractive script?Jack felt slightly offended.

"Sheriff Jack, is he okay?" Madame Butterfly asked softly.

Jack rolled his eyes in his mind, not to Madame Butterfly, but to the unconscious little boy: I think even if no one came to see him, he is still very well.

"Edward said he's fine. He's still in a coma. He must have been sunburned." Jack and Madame Butterfly looked together and met a pair of opened eyes.

Oh, this is really embarrassing.Now Jack wasn't just upset.

Madame Butterfly glanced at Jack, stepped forward, brushed her hair hanging around her neck, and asked, "How are you?"

Jack wanted to stop her, but—damn—he couldn't.She was doing it for her, though Jack couldn't deny that sometimes a woman just made a man let his guard down, especially a beautiful woman, especially a woman like Madame Butterfly.

The man who was unconscious behind the mound looked at Madame Butterfly in front of him, just like all men who saw Madame Butterfly for the first time, but there was a little difference. He was observing her, and then he assigned the other two people in the room. Line of sight for less than a second.

Sergeant Jack twitched the corners of his mouth, and he decided to step forward to exercise his duties and powers as the sheriff of Sendel Town.

The little boy stared at Sergeant Jack, and suddenly said a series of words that made Jack confused.Jack looked at Madame Butterfly. Madam Butterfly seemed to be pleased, and said with a smile, "He said you look like a good man, Sheriff. It's Scotch."

Jack tried to smile: "Thank you?"

The little boy continued to babble, and Madam Butterfly's expression changed slightly.

Jack asked, "What is he talking about?"

Madam Butterfly straightened her expression and explained, "He said he couldn't remember who he was."

Jack raised one eyebrow, turned around and glanced at Father Enosson who was always smiling and watching, and then at the smiling Madame Butterfly, hiding his doubts under his tongue.Seriously, do they really believe what this little boy said?

Father Enochson, who had been on the sidelines for a long time, took a step forward and sighed: "Poor child, may God have mercy on you..." He excitedly grabbed the little boy's wrist, "God's creation, God will not abandon you. "

Madame Butterfly helped him translate, and the little boy nodded half-understanding.

God have mercy on this man.Jack turned his face away: Father Ernosen was going to absorb new believers again.

"Sheriff, what are you going to do with him?" Madame Butterfly asked.

Jack coughed, and the heels of his heels rubbed the non-existent saliva on the ground: "Arrange him in our prison?"

Madame Butterfly looked at him disapprovingly.

Jack laughed and said, "It's just a joke. Since he doesn't know anything about himself, we have to wait until he remembers something. During this time, he will let me..."

Father Enochson took a step forward, standing in front of the little boy, his body seemed to be shining with the sacred brilliance of faith: "Dear Jack, why not let me lead him to his true self, with God's company, he will be able to do better Find yourself……"

Jack took half a step back, pressed the brim of his hat and said, "Father Enoch, I know you are willing to help others, but this may be a potential robbery, and the matter is of great importance..."

"Then I can't sit idly by, God will protect him!" The old man's firm gaze made Jack feel tight, as if it was unreasonable to refuse the priest's request.Moreover, the priest's overly active performance on this matter made Jack feel subtly depressed.

Since when did the pretty boy become such a sought-after item?The appearance of such a clean, well-dressed man—against a crowd of rough, tough-looking men from the West who didn't wash their clothes for a year—was undeniably like a loaf of bread tossed into a swarm of hungry ghosts.

But he's not manly at all.

"No, Father Enochson, if he's going to stay in Sendle Town for a while, I, as the Sheriff, must take good care of him."

Jack can still deal with the priest's intransigence.

"Let him work at Maria's Tavern. I'm short of a waiter. By the way, I can collect news about the neighborhood."

But for Madame Butterfly's idea, Jack said he could give in.

"Don't let him wander around." Sergeant Jack told Father Enossen, but obviously Father Enossen didn't care: he has been giving God's persuasive temptation to the little boy.

Before leaving, Xiaobailian glanced at the sheriff, and said something that Jack still couldn't understand.

Jack and Madame Butterfly watched them leave, and Jack asked, "What did he just say?"

Madame Butterfly glanced at Jack lightly, and said with a smile, "He said you smell like rotten apples, Sheriff."

Jack was taken aback, and laughed together with Madame Butterfly.

He doesn't like the joke.

And, there are some things that he still has to verify by himself.