After finishing wiping, Henry walked to Paul's food bowl and poured a bowl of water.
Paul, having been drugged, was probably quite thirsty and immediately ran over to drink water.
After it finished drinking, Henry patted 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 a few times through the gate, as if saying goodbye to him.
Since Paul was awake, Henry could feel at ease starting his patrol - he just needed to come back every half hour or so.
Henry walked to the shadows of a house twenty meters away and once again looted the bodies one by one.
This time there weren't any major surprises - just four more daggers, four revolvers, over three hundred .44 bullets, and $426, with one person carrying $312 alone.
Henry was delighted to discover that when he held the paper bills up to his eyes, he could actually see the denominations clearly.
This showed his physical constitution was indeed not far from night vision.
Moreover, he had gained one new green pearl containing skills and three gray pearls - enough to upgrade pistol shooting to LV4.
Satisfied, Henry began his patrol. Tomorrow he would check the bounty lists, and if these eight people had no wanted posters, he wouldn't mention tonight's events at the police station.
Over the next hour or so, except for some minor conflicts breaking out at two bars, nothing happened.
The police station wouldn't handle these kinds of small conflicts from drinking too much or jealous disputes.
Either the patrons would settle it themselves, or the bar guards would handle it.
Finally, Henry walked back to Linda's place for one more inspection. Finding no problems, he returned to his own stable and removed all the saddles from the eight horses, collecting them into his space.
Henry carefully walked back to his front door, found the dried leaf still in the door crack, and then opened the door.
Entering the storage room, Henry locked the door.
Tonight he had gained 1 green pearl, 3 white pearls, and 4 gray pearls, for a total equivalent to 108 gray pearls.
Henry silently thought: Keep 1 white pearl without skills and 3 gray pearls, use the remaining release pearls to upgrade pistol shooting skills.
Instantly, Henry was surrounded by warmth that appeared from nowhere. His mind filled with extensive experience driving trains, barbecuing various meats, wilderness survival, and tap dancing.
Finally came extensive experience using single-action and double-action revolvers. Henry felt he had completely achieved the legendary unity of man and gun, where every shot would hit its mark.
At least the "six-shooter" technique from American quick-draw would be no problem.
The so-called "six-shooter" meant: keeping one hand pulling the trigger while the other hand continuously pressed down the hammer of a single-action revolver, allowing extremely rapid emptying of all six bullets in the cylinder.
It emphasized instant gun-drawing and hip-level weapon handling to defeat enemies, pursuing the ultimate romance of the gun-drawing moment.
Americans' faith in this ultimate romance was somewhat like Chinese people's obsession with traditional martial arts like Xingyi, Baji, and Taiji.
Hence it was called American quick-draw.
In Henry's previous timeline, Bob Munden was a grandmaster of American traditional martial arts, recognized by Guinness World Records as "the fastest gunslinger in history."
He could accurately hit five different targets consecutively with a single-action revolver in one second, making him a sword saint in American hearts.
Henry felt he would definitely not be inferior to Bob now, because his physical qualities had been enhanced twice. With the same skill level, a super-strong body would certainly produce much more powerful results.
Like there were many boxing champions with skills comparable to Mike Tyson in his prime, but facing Tyson they would go down with one punch.
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 stable hand $30 to help feed the horses at his stable part-time for a month, using the police station's fodder.
These horses were all quite good. Henry didn't plan to sell them, keeping them for future private work.
Paying a bit more meant the stable hand would use better quality fodder and be more attentive.
The town's sentries were arranged by the mayor with citizens taking turns - maintaining public security was everyone's responsibility.
In fact, the main duties of the sheriff and deputy sheriff as official officers were investigating cases. Public security and safety were handled by citizens protecting themselves, each armed with rifles or revolvers.
Fresco Town was particularly prosperous due to gold mining, with a population far exceeding ordinary towns. Importantly, the citizens had money, so the police station's personnel and equipment were much stronger than ordinary towns.
There were also quite a few long-term temporary officers.
Since it used police station money for training anyway, Henry decided to recruit 20-30 temporary officers for training.
This was also to cultivate reserve forces for his future enterprises.
This morning Henry needed to finalize preliminary suitable temporary officer candidates and arrange afternoon employment assessments.
Additionally, he needed to find time to compare bounty wanted posters from the town and several nearby cities.
While he was busy, a thin cowboy with prominent front teeth pulled his wide-brimmed hat down lower, then entered a Jefferson Bar in Pueblo City.
He looked unremarkable but was actually the famous western gunslinger "Billy the Kid" - proficient in marksmanship, skilled with dual pistols, extremely fast on the draw.
It was said he needed only 0.3 seconds from drawing to shooting, making him a legendary marksman and quick-draw artist who dominated the West.
Billy the Kid's famous battle was participating in the Lincoln County border conflicts in New Mexico.
After his employer was killed, to avenge his employer, Billy the Kid found several people, formed a gang, madly retaliated against the killers, and even killed a local sheriff.
Billy the Kid later killed over twenty more bandits, his reputation growing ever larger.
The police bounty for his capture reached $5,000, already an astronomical sum.
In fact, western gunslingers generally avoided getting on police wanted bounty lists, because once the bounty exceeded $500, the wanted person could face gunfire at any time.
With the situation tense recently, Billy the Kid had fled along the cattle trail pioneered by predecessors Loving and Goodnight from New Mexico to Pueblo City in central Colorado, planning to lay low.
Because his personal bounty was too high, he didn't even dare go to bars for entertainment at night, only going early in the morning for a few drinks to clear his head.
Jefferson Bar was just a small bar with a U-shaped dark wood bar about ten meters long. The first-floor hall only had six tables.
One table had three tough-looking men playing cards.
Billy the Kid walked to the bar and placed a 10-cent coin on it.
"Two bourbons," he said flatly.
The bartender was a middle-aged balding white fat man. He skillfully swept the coin away with his left hand while his right hand took out a bottle of bourbon from under the bar, poured two glasses, and pushed them in front of Billy the Kid.
Billy the Kid picked up one glass with his left hand and downed it in one gulp.
As the glass hit the bar, Billy spat out the liquor with a "ptui" sound, and the black muzzle of a Colt 1873 revolver was already pointing at the bartender's forehead.
The bartender only saw a flash before his eyes and couldn't make out anything clearly.
"You dare deceive me with 'bug juice'?" Billy the Kid said coldly.
So-called "bug juice" was fake liquor concocted by bars - taking a glass of inferior alcohol, mixing it with burnt sugar chunks, plus a bit of chewing tobacco.