After returning home, he closed the main gate and sat on the cowhide sofa in the living room to tally his gains.
First, there were us dollars, totaling 38,752 us dollars. The bulk came from Michael, the leader who provided the foresight talent, and Deputy Sheriff Ronald. The remaining 201 bodies yielded approximately 9,000 us dollars.
Secondly, there were us dollar coins, totaling 1,376.3 us dollars.
In total, Henry now had 40,128.3 us dollars. Including the 24,000 us dollar bonus, the grand total was 64,128.3 us dollars.
This was equivalent to the purchasing power of about 8 million us dollars or 55 million soft sister coins in his previous timeline.
Indeed, a horse doesn't get fat without night grass, and a person doesn't get rich without ill-gotten gains.
There was no personal income tax in those days; it truly was a good era.
Next, there were the newly acquired weapons: two Gatling guns and over six thousand machine gun rounds. However, these were manually rotated barrel firearms, requiring at least two people for normal operation.
Additionally, there were 152 new Winchester Rifles and 4 Mauser 1873 bolt-action rifles.
This Mauser rifle was the predecessor to the famous Mauser 98K in the PUBG game.
Unfortunately, it was a single-shot rifle, not suitable for Henry's current use, so he would keep it for now.
There were also 156 Colt double-action pistols.
Approximately twenty thousand .44 caliber rounds.
Other items included 156 daggers and military sabers, one Swift Sword, and 360 skill Flying Daggers.
Henry had also just taken the entire set of lock-picking tools that had just been put into storage from the warehouse.
This Swift Sword should have been left by the fellow who provided the experience.
Swift Sword dueling was the primary method of dueling that Western nobles—and later almost everyone—had enthusiastically engaged in for hundreds of years.
For example, in the movie "The Mask of Zorro" that Henry had watched in his previous timeline, Zorro used a Swift Sword as one of his main weapons.
After he finished taking inventory, it was midday. Henry left his house and walked to former Sheriff Brian's home, about fifty meters away.
Sheriff Brian's wife, Linda, was just thirty years old this year. Sheriff Brian had rescued her eight years ago on his way to Denver by killing four bandits.
It was said that she was a descendant of French nobility and had direct relatives in New York.
Although she wasn't a top beauty, she possessed a gentle and intellectual aura, making her the type of blonde beauty who grew more appealing with time.
Henry was very familiar with Linda because he often ate meals at her house.
Henry found that he didn't have much lingering attachment to the deceased, such as Sheriff Brian.
However, he, having absorbed all of the original Henry's memories, was quite concerned about his living friends.
Henry estimated that this situation was caused by his three years of mercenary work in his previous timeline.
After all, having witnessed so much life and death, the living were more important.
At this moment, Linda was preparing lunch.
She and Sheriff Brian had a 6-year-old boy, Andre, and a 3-year-old girl, Becky.
Seeing Henry, she was very surprised and said, "Henry, I remember you used to be like this, and it's very good! Please sit down, I'll fry you a steak."
Henry handed her an envelope—containing one thousand us dollars—and said, "Thank you, it's been a long time since I've had your fried steak, I've missed it very much."
Linda took the envelope, saw a stack of us dollars inside, and handed the envelope back, saying, "Henry, thank you! But our family's financial situation is fine. Mayor William visited this morning and said that Sheriff Brian's pension will be disbursed in the next few days."
Henry did not take the envelope back, and said with an undeniable tone, "I know everything you've said. Sheriff Brian was like a teacher to me and helped me a lot. Please allow me to express my small token of appreciation; please accept it. I also received a very generous bonus this time."
Linda sensed Henry's resolute attitude and no longer insisted. She went upstairs to the second floor to put the money away.
Henry sat down on the sofa in the living room, picked up Becky in his arms, and played with her. Andre sat on the oak floor, playing alone with his small wooden horse toy.
In one corner of the living room, there was also a Steinway piano covered with a red cloth.
Linda's cooking was excellent, and half an hour later, she had prepared lunch for four.
Henry chatted with Linda while cutting the delicious black pepper steak.
"I plan to sell this house and take Becky and Andre to live in New York. Their grandparents miss them very much," Linda said.
"It's best to be with family. Tell me when you leave, and I'll see you off at the Denver train station. Also, if you need anything, just send me a telegram," Henry agreed wholeheartedly.
"Okay, Henry, we really need your escort," Linda, who had been kidnapped once, thanked him solemnly.
"Also, thank you very much for avenging Sheriff Brian. I heard you eliminated over a hundred bandits by yourself yesterday?"
"More or less, but Sheriff Brian avenged himself. He was a true hero; he killed over thirty bandits by himself yesterday. By the way, Sheriff Brian's gun is with me. I'll bring it to you tomorrow."
"No need, Henry, you keep it. Let it accompany you in battle."
After saying that, Linda lowered her eyelids, her face sorrowful, and she stopped speaking, silently eating her tomato cheese salad.
Henry also sighed inwardly; his original self had always regarded her as an elder sister.
Ever since Linda married Sheriff Brian, she had been a full-time housewife.
She mainly studied piano in university, and there weren't many suitable job opportunities in this small Western mining town.
Primarily, her two children were so young and still needed her meticulous care.
What was once a happy and complete family had been shattered like this.
At this moment, Henry felt deeply that he had not killed the wrong people.
A thought suddenly arose in his mind: Bad guys must die! Sean and his masterminds absolutely cannot be let off!
After finishing the meal, Henry bid farewell to Linda and walked towards the town's only law firm.
Attorney Benjamin was a shrewd Jewish man in his forties. He and his three young assistants were the entire staff of the Benjamin Law Firm.
Henry had dealt with him four years ago when his grandfather passed away.
Attorney Benjamin had also been in the town for over ten years.
Already facing the risk of balding, he saw Henry and said happily, "Sheriff Henry, welcome! Your combat performance yesterday was truly astonishing!"
"Thank you!" Henry smiled slightly, followed him into his private office, and sat down in the chair opposite his desk.
Facing Attorney Benjamin's inquiring gaze, Henry went straight to the point: "I just came from Sheriff Brian's house. His wife, Linda, plans to sell the house soon and leave town, so I'd like to entrust you to help me buy her house."
Henry leaned back slightly and continued, "I won't appear in person. There's no need to haggle over the price. And I estimate she won't take her piano with her, including other items. Calculate all these at their full value, and try to give her a little more."