After wiping it clean, Henry walked to Paul's food bowl and poured a basin of water.
Paul, who had been drugged, was probably quite thirsty and immediately ran over to drink.
After he finished drinking, Henry petted the dog's head and said, "Stay alert, I'm leaving."
Then he walked out of the yard gate and locked it again.
Paul barked softly through the door, seemingly bidding him farewell.
Since Paul was awake, Henry could safely begin his patrol, only needing to return every half an hour or so.
Henry walked into the shadow of a house about twenty meters away and once again searched the bodies one by one.
This time there were no major surprises, just four more daggers, four more revolvers, over 300 rounds of .44 ammunition, and 426 us dollars, with one person carrying 312 us dollars.
Henry was pleasantly surprised to find that he could clearly see the denomination when he held the banknotes in front of his eyes.
This indicated that his Constitution was indeed not far from night vision.
Moreover, a new green bead containing a skill and three gray beads were added, which was enough to raise Pistol Shooting to LV4.
Satisfied, Henry began his patrol. He planned to check the bounty list tomorrow, and if these eight people didn't have bounties, he wouldn't mention tonight's events at the police station.
For the next hour or so, nothing happened except for a few minor skirmishes in two bars.
The police station wouldn't bother with minor conflicts caused by excessive drinking or rivalry.
Either the patrons would settle it themselves, or the bar's bouncers would handle it.
Finally, Henry walked back to Linda's place for another patrol, found no issues, and then returned to his own stable, removed all the saddles from the eight horses, and put them into his space.
Henry cautiously walked back to his front door, and only after confirming that the dead leaves in the door crack were still there, did he open the door.
Entering the utility room, Henry locked the door.
Tonight, 1 green bead, 3 white beads, and 4 gray beads were added, bringing the total number of release beads to the equivalent of 108 gray beads.
Henry silently thought: Leave 1 skill-less white bead and 3 gray beads, and use the remaining release beads to improve the Pistol Shooting skill.
Instantly, Henry was surrounded by a warm aura that appeared out of nowhere, and a large amount of experience in driving trains, grilling various meats, wilderness survival, and tap dancing flooded his mind.
Finally, there was a vast amount of experience in using single-action and double-action revolvers. Henry felt that he had completely reached the legendary state of man and gun becoming one, where every shot was a hit.
At least the "Six-Shooter" in American Iaido was no problem.
The so-called "Six-Shooter" means: keeping one hand on the trigger, while the other palm continuously presses down on the hammer of a single-action revolver, allowing for the rapid firing of all six bullets in the cylinder.
It emphasizes drawing the gun in an instant, and defeating the enemy with a weapon held at the waist, pursuing the ultimate romance of drawing the gun in a flash.
The American belief in this ultimate romance is somewhat similar to the Chinese obsession with traditional martial arts like Xingyi, Baguazhang, and Tai Chi.
Hence, it is called American Iaido.
In Henry's former timeline, Bob Munden was a grandmaster of American traditional martial arts, recognized by the Guinness World Records as "the fastest gun in history."
He could accurately hit five different targets consecutively with a single-action revolver in one second, making him the Sword Saint in the hearts of America.
Henry now felt that he would absolutely not be worse than Bob, because his Constitution had improved twice, and the power exerted by a super strong body at the same skill level would definitely be much greater.
It's like there are many boxers with boxing skills similar to Mike Tyson in his prime, but they would fall with one punch against Tyson.
By the time Henry fell asleep, it was past 2 AM.
Waking up in the morning, Henry went to the police station and gave the stableman 30 us dollars, asking him to work part-time at his stable for a month to help feed the horses, using the police station's fodder.
These horses were quite good, and Henry didn't plan to sell them, keeping them for future private work.
By giving a little more, the stableman would use more fodder and be more diligent.
The town's outposts were manned by townspeople rotating shifts, arranged by the mayor, as maintaining public order was everyone's responsibility.
In fact, the primary duties of the Sheriff and Deputy Sheriff as official police officers were to investigate cases; public order and security were handled by citizens themselves, each armed with a rifle or a revolver.
Fresco Town was particularly prosperous due to its gold mining industry, and its population far exceeded that of a typical town. Crucially, the residents were wealthy, so the police station's personnel and equipment were much stronger than in ordinary towns.
Consequently, there were more long-term temporary police officers.
Since it was training paid for by the police station, it was a waste not to use it, so Henry was preparing to recruit 20-30 temporary police officers for training this time.
This was also to cultivate a reserve force for his future ventures.
In the morning, Henry needed to finalize the preliminary list of suitable temporary police officers to arrange for the afternoon's entry assessment.
Additionally, he also needed to take time to compare the bounty wanted posters in the town and several nearby towns.
While he was busy, a thin cowboy with protruding front teeth pulled down his wide-brimmed hat and stepped into a Jewison Bar in Pueblo, Colorado.
He seemed unremarkable, but he was the famous quick-draw gunman of the West, "Billy the Kid"—skilled in marksmanship, adept with dual guns, and incredibly fast on the draw.
It was said that he only needed 0.3 seconds from drawing his gun to firing, making him a renowned sharpshooter and quick-draw artist in the West.
Billy the Kid's famous battle was his participation in the border conflict in Lincoln County, New Mexico.
After his employer was killed, Billy the Kid, seeking revenge for his employer, gathered a few men, formed a gang, and relentlessly retaliated against the murderers, even killing a local Sheriff.
Billy the Kid later killed over twenty more notorious outlaws, and his reputation grew even larger.
The police bounty for him reached 5,000 us dollars, an astronomical sum.
In fact, Western gunfighters generally avoided being on police wanted lists, because if the bounty exceeded 500 us dollars, the wanted person was basically at risk of being shot at any time.
The situation was tense during this period, so Billy the Kid followed the cattle trails blazed by predecessors Lovin and Goodnight, hiding from New Mexico to Pueblo, Colorado, in central Colorado, to avoid the heat.
Because his own bounty was too high, he didn't even dare to go to bars at night for entertainment, so he had to go for a few sips of a wake-up drink early in the morning.
Jewison Bar was just a small bar, with a U-shaped dark wood bar counter about ten meters long, and only six tables in the ground floor hall.
At one of the tables sat three burly men with grim faces, playing cards.
Billy the Kid walked to the bar counter and placed a 10-cent coin on it.
"Two bourbons," he said indifferently.
The bartender, a middle-aged bald white Fat Man, skillfully swiped with his left hand, and the coin on the bar disappeared. With his right hand, he took out a bottle of bourbon from under the bar, poured two glasses of bourbon, and pushed them in front of Billy the Kid.
Billy the Kid picked up one glass of bourbon with his left hand and gulped it down.
As the glass was placed back on the bar, Billy spat out the alcohol in his mouth with a "Pah!" sound, and the dark muzzle of a Colt Revolver 1873 was already pointed at the bartender's forehead.
The bartender only felt a blur in front of his eyes and couldn't see anything clearly.
"How dare you try to cheat me with 'sticky bug repellent'?" Billy the Kid said coldly.
"Sticky bug repellent" was what the bar called fake liquor—a cup of inferior alcohol, mixed with a portion of burnt sugar, and a bit of chewing tobacco.