Henry walked over to Richard and handed the other water skin to Madeline.
"Sit down, drink water, wash your hands. We'll eat beef jerky in a bit. We need to leave here as soon as possible."
Henry knew they were disoriented, so speaking concisely would make them listen.
He turned and walked back to Edith, took the water skin, and said, "I'll wash your hands for you. Here's some beef jerky, take it and eat."
Edith instinctively extended her hands. Henry slowly poured water to wash her hands, then gave her beef jerky, followed by Richard and his wife.
While they were eating, Henry walked over to the young bandit who had been mauled by the Cougar and found that he still had a faint breath, his face contorted in pain.
Henry sighed deeply, stepped on his throat, and put him out of his misery.
Then he looked at Bick, causing him to take two steps back.
Henry gently pulled the towel from his mouth, extracting it.
Bick immediately gasped for air by reflex.
"Frank's team from your gang is all dead, dead on this mountain. I'm giving you a chance now. Tell me what use you are, so I can let you go. Otherwise, you'll be buried here with them."
Bick's mind raced, his head steaming. In his haste, he didn't know what to say for a moment; his mind was blank.
"Can you drive a four-wheeled carriage?" Henry asked.
"Yes, yes, yes, I grew up on a ranch. I'm especially good at driving carriages, four-wheeled, two-wheeled, two-horse, or four-horse, no problem," Bick said excitedly.
"You'll drive Mr. Mellon and the others in their carriage later. If your skill is good enough, you can live."
"Yes, I can definitely do it."
Henry confiscated his pistol, then unlocked his handcuffs, saying, "Quickly move your limbs; we're leaving immediately."
"Yes," Bick answered loudly and quickly.
"Mr. Mellon, and the two ladies, I still need to go back to the entrance towards Fresco Town to pick up my companions to pass through Death Valley. Where are you going?" Henry asked.
"I made an appointment with Mayor William of Fresco to visit him," Richard said.
"If you are going to Fresco Town today, I can only take you past Death Valley. After that, Mr. Bick here will have to take you to Fresco Town, 43 miles away, because I must take my friends to Denver to catch a train," Henry said.
Richard and Madeline exchanged a glance with Edith upon hearing this, immediately understanding each other's meaning.
Without strong guards, they absolutely could not let the three of them go to Fresco Town again.
Richard said, "Please allow us to return to Denver with you. We also need to adjust properly before making our next plan."
"Alright, so will you wait for me here, or come with me to pick up my friends?"
"Let's go together. I really don't want to stay in this place full of unpleasant memories any longer."
"Then let's set off now. Come with me; my friends have been waiting for me for a long time."
The group immediately followed Henry towards the carriages.
Due to religious and other reasons, women wearing trousers were considered a transgression in Europe and America during this era, so they primarily wore skirts.
Edith and Madeline wore the bustle skirts popular among upper-class women of that time.
The bustle was worn under the skirt below the waist, causing the rear hips to protrude. The outer skirt also had a large amount of fabric added to the hips for decoration, creating an upward-tilted, prominent visual effect, like a false hip.
The skirt naturally flared out from below the waist.
Bustles were often made from wire, springs, horsehair padding, and fabric.
In addition to the protruding rear hips, the hem of bustle skirts was usually narrow, sometimes trailing at the feet, sometimes spreading out like a fishtail, and adorned with layers of lace, making them exquisite and elegant.
Wearing such skirts was very suitable for attending balls, but very inconvenient for ground activities in the wilderness.
However, the path from the cave to where the carriage was parked was relatively easy to walk.
After a few minutes, everyone arrived.
Henry found that six horses had been bitten to death by twenty-two North American gray wolves, leaving only white bones.
Even the pile of bandit corpses had been dragged out and gnawed into a mess.
These North American gray wolves had a bite force of up to 700 pounds, an average body length of 2 meters, and weighed about 90 kilograms. When standing on their hind legs, they were taller than an average man, and each was well-fed and muscular, much heavier than an average adult man.
It seemed two wolf packs had gathered this time because there was an abundance of food.
The gray wolf pack eyed the newly arrived group of people eagerly, baring their reddish fangs, still streaked with meat fibers, and blood-tinged saliva constantly dripping.
Ruth, Edith, Madeline, and Richard saw so many giant wolves suddenly appear, as if they would pounce in the next second, making their legs go weak with fear.
"Bang bang bang" Henry, at the front of the group, held his rifle level and fired at the gray wolves forty to fifty meters away.
Henry's shots were precise at this distance, killing six gray wolves with six shots.
The wolf pack began to charge at Henry; they could cover the fifty meters in just three seconds.
Henry placed his rifle on the ground, activated his Super Reaction Talent, and instantly drew two double-action revolvers, firing!
In less than a second, Henry emptied the 12 rounds from both revolvers, all hitting the gray wolves' heads. Almost half of them entered through the wolves' eyes, killing them instantly.
His Super Reaction Talent made him even more at ease, precise, and steady.
Immediately after, Henry used a gray bead to restore his health, holstered his dual pistols, and a single-action revolver suddenly appeared in his hand. He activated his Super Reaction Talent again.
"Bang bang bang" The American six-shot quickdraw reappeared in the world, emptying six rounds in one second, precisely hitting the eyes of the last four gray wolves, killing them on the spot. Their bodies slid several meters on the ground due to inertia, stopping about 3 meters in front of Henry.
From Henry's initial action to the wolves' attack and their annihilation, only six or seven seconds passed!
Edith and the other two, seeing Henry, who was as majestic as a copper wall and iron barrier, finally understood why he dared to eliminate about 100 bandits alone.
He wasn't human!
Bick, upon seeing this scene, regarded Henry as a god.
How blind was Boss "Cross-Eyed" Frank to go against Henry?
He really got us killed!
Bick cursed fiercely in his heart, his left pinky and ring finger aching even more.
Henry picked up his rifle and led the way towards the carriages.
Fortunately, the carriage Edith and Madeline had ridden in and the luggage carriage behind it were both fine.
Soon, the group slowly descended the 30-meter mountain path. Henry drove the hardtop buggy, carrying Edith and Madeline, while Bick drove the luggage carriage, carrying Ruth, and Richard rode a horse.
Once they reached the small path in the valley below, Henry stopped the carriage and said to Richard, "Keep an eye on Bick. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Bick, if you want to live, behave yourself and don't try to escape," Henry warned Bick as he strode back.
"Yes, Sheriff Henry, don't worry, I won't," Bick quickly replied.
Are you kidding? A carriage can't run fast, and a few shots from Richard would kill him, not to mention Henry, that killing god, behind him.
Only a fool would try to escape now.
Bick thought to himself.
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