On the other side, the bookmakers who had opened gambling tables in the four bars were in tears.
Most of the townspeople had bet on Henry to win, and even when they lowered the odds for Henry's victory to 1.4 to 1, it was no use.
Henry's performance in the past few days had been too astonishing, and the townspeople naturally favored the local Henry.
Fortunately, some older individuals, well aware of Barrett's reputation, had bet on him, and others, attracted by the high odds, bet on both parties perishing together, which somewhat helped to offset the losses.
Since there were losses, they had to find ways to make up for them elsewhere.
Thus, information about the just-concluded duel quickly appeared in the bar intelligence system, followed by the black market intelligence system and the intelligence systems of various major families.
Conversely, the official system was not as quick to gather this information.
Shawn of Dwyer Manor received this information immediately, which made him feel as if he had lost a parent.
Henry had openly killed three groups of assassins in the past two days, numbering 10, 6, and 20 respectively.
Today's 20 were the most exaggerated; they were killed during a duel with Barrett, along with the decisive kill of "Blue Reaper" Barrett.
Shawn never underestimated an opponent; he didn't believe Henry wouldn't guess that McKinley Family was behind all of this.
Because at the time, the intention was to swiftly wipe out the effective strength of the Fresco Police Department, and Ronald would naturally take over.
Even if he couldn't immediately become Sheriff, he was the only Deputy Sheriff, and the only Marshal Duncan had just gone out to pursue criminals, so he could naturally erase some clues and easily delay the official investigation time.
Therefore, many things were done rather sloppily, leading to the exposure of many of their intentions and personnel after the operation failed.
Shawn's heart was now tightening with anxiety.
Given Henry's decisive and ruthless character, once he was free, Dwyer Manor would undoubtedly be the first target.
Shawn truly never dreamed that he, with 48 cavalry guards, would one day fear an attack from a single person, especially with 36 more of his own family's cavalry nearby.
But Shawn now asked himself, he truly was afraid!
Moreover, the other party should have quite a few skilled sharpshooter companions.
People in high positions, with wealth and power, fear death far more than ordinary people.
Now Shawn could only hope that Henry was still relatively young, his heart not yet so cold and hard, and as the Sheriff of Fresco Town, he had more considerations and would not be so ruthless as to leave no room for survival or kill everyone.
The most important thing was to strengthen his own defenses.
Additionally, he needed to secure more escape routes for himself.
Shawn decided to immediately send 12 cavalry guards to escort his son and daughter, who were with him, back to Denver, and his three grandchildren would also be sent away together.
Immediately afterward, he telegraphed Brendan in Denver, briefly reporting the failure of Barrett and several groups of assassins, requesting that the cavalry from nearby camps also be transferred to Dwyer Manor.
Brendan, the current head of McKinley in Denver, also quickly learned of the failure of Barrett and several groups of assassins.
Not just through Shawn's channel.
And Kallenberg's news had not yet arrived, presumably he hadn't acted yet, after all, he was different from Barrett.
If Barrett was a fierce lion, Kallenberg was a venomous snake.
Brendan was in a very bad mood and was also deeply shocked by Henry's incredible achievements this time.
However, he had enough confidence in his current guard force, and besides, this was the Colorado State Capital, with a strong State National Guard, not a mountain town like Fresco.
He also understood Shawn's concerns, and combining forces could also prevent Henry from defeating them one by one, so he agreed, sending a telegram to Shawn as proof, instructing the cavalry from that camp to go to Dwyer Manor to assist Shawn in guarding the Manor.
As for Henry, Brendan could only temporarily hope that Kallenberg and other top assassins attracted by the 10,000 us dollar bounty could successfully eliminate him.
On the other side, at Randy Manor of the Palermo Family, about 7 or 8 miles from Fresco Town, Patriarch Vito also received information about the duel's outcome.
"Truly astonishing! Continue to closely monitor information on the conflict between Henry and McKinley, and be careful not to let Henry know we are tracking and investigating him. It's better to not get information than to be exposed," Vito instructed David, who was responsible for intelligence gathering.
David immediately said, "Understood. It's just a pity we couldn't infiltrate personnel into the new police officers Henry chose this time."
Vito smiled slightly and said, "If Henry can't even do that, he wouldn't be worth paying too much attention to. It doesn't matter, we are in the dark now, no need to be too anxious."
At the same time, the more than fifty Farms, large and small, surrounding the town, and dozens of mines, also learned of this astonishing news.
Many ambitious individuals and adventurers were also secretly calculating what benefits they could gain from it.
Henry's prestige, built on the blood and flesh of "Blue Reaper" Barrett, began to be widely spread.
Besides his marksmanship, his ruthless style of leaving no one alive under his gun was also deeply remembered by everyone.
More than half of the adult residents of Fresco Town celebrated today as if it were a holiday, including almost all police officers, because they all earned unexpected wealth.
Therefore, the four bars were crowded early in the afternoon, with cheers for Sheriff Henry occasionally erupting.
Today, the entire town was "Henry Day."
This left Billy the Kid, who had just arrived shortly after five in the afternoon, completely bewildered. He had originally wanted to take advantage of the sparse crowd in the bar in the afternoon to have a drink and refresh himself.
However, after a moment of hesitation, considering that this was a remote valley, and nearly five hundred miles from New Mexico, which had issued a warrant for him, he still pushed open the double-swinging louvered doors of the Aurora Bar, squeezed through the crowded people, and stood firmly at the bar.
"Hey! Buddy, this one's on me," a burly white man next to him said enthusiastically.
Billy the Kid was completely confused; it was the first time he had received such treatment.
Wasn't the rule in Western bars always that the new arrival at the bar treated the earlier arrivals to a drink?
Why was it the other way around here?
Although puzzled, it didn't prevent Billy the Kid from accepting the other's kindness, and he quickly downed the whiskey in his glass.
Huh?
The alcohol in this bar was actually quite genuine? Although there was some dilution, it wasn't much, which was acceptable.
Unlike the absurd bar yesterday morning where there was no whiskey at all in the whiskey.
Since others were so generous, Billy the Kid was not a stingy person, and he immediately treated the two people next to him to a glass of Bourbon each.
With drinks exchanged, the atmosphere quickly became lively, and Billy the Kid learned the reason why the bar was so bustling so early, and also about the various incredible achievements Henry had made in the past few days.
Billy the Kid knew Barrett's reputation because his employer, who taught him how to shoot, used to be a Southern Army soldier and had once been overshadowed by Barrett's fame, only to hide in New Mexico to open a ranch after the defeat.
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