A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 39 True love is fleeting

On the way back to the camp, Arthur finally couldn't help opening Mary's letter.

Just seeing the familiar handwriting at the beginning stirred his emotions, it read:

"Dear Arthur, I have written this letter hundreds of times, but I still can't write it well."

"it's me."

"You'll know it's me when you see this terrible handwriting."

Arthur sat on the horse and let Carrot move slowly along the road. He read the letter word by word:
"I know that when we last spoke, I said I was getting married and we would never speak again. I know I said a lot and I meant it, at least at the time."

Arthur seemed to be taken back to that time by the words.

That was the last time they met, and the girl's words encouraged him to take her away.

Then I thought back to my anger when I learned that the girl I loved was going to get married, recalled the words of her old man who disliked me, recalled the sad and disappointed look in the girl's eyes when she refused, and the memories of the past. is attacking him crazily.

Arthur thought he had forgotten all this a long time ago, but he still remembered every picture, every word, and even every look the girl looked at him at that time.

Cheering up, Arthur continued reading:

"But now I feel like it's not honorable to avoid people who care about me or have cared about me."

"I came to Valentine last week to stay for a few months. I've had bad luck during this period. Well... it's not something that can be explained in a few words, and it's not a good thing, but for now I'm going to stay here."

Arthur was reading Mary's letter carefully when he suddenly heard a shout from the roadside:
"Help! Help! Can someone help me!"

Arthur frowned and put the letter away helplessly. He saw a man calling for help on the side of the road. He didn't know what happened. He finally thought about it and stopped his horse. He got off his horse and came to the man. Arthur was about to ask.

Unexpectedly, when this man saw Arthur coming forward, he immediately showed his gun.

The man smiled arrogantly and said proudly:

"Stop! Don't move, you should know what to do next."

Faced with this situation, Arthur was a little dumbfounded.

Who is not good at robbing him? How dare you rob him? This is too unthinkable.

Arthur slowly raised his hands, carefully looked at the distance between the two, and said:

"Brother, look at me, I don't have any money, look at it, I only have horses..."

The man subconsciously turned his head to look at Arthur's horse. Seizing the gap, Arthur quickly pushed up the man's gun hand with one hand to point the gun towards the sky. The other hand instantly pulled out the gun from his waist and pressed it against the man's chin. One bullet.

Suddenly, a red blood mist rose in the air.

Seeing that it was over, Arthur didn't forget to touch the man to see what was there.

"Poor man, this is it. Could it be that I am his first guest? Alas."

Arthur got on the horse again, took out Mary's letter from his bag and read it:
"I met a few girls (actually I don't know how you call them politely) with you and your friends, and I heard rumors about a man who seemed to be yours."

"I hope to see you again if you have time. I rent a room at Chadwick Farm, just north of Valentine."

Seemingly seeing how worried Mary was about addressing the girls, Arthur smiled. He felt that she still cared about him. He continued to look down and saw the signature:

"love you."

"Mary Lington."

To be honest, looking at this 'love you', Arthur couldn't help but start to wonder if this was just a polite habit, or...

finally.

We are about to arrive at the campground.

Arthur finally chose to turn his horse's head and head towards Valentine.

But when Arthur arrived at Chadwick Farm, he felt a little regretful.

He remembered why he didn't get together with Mary in the first place. Her bastard old father's disapproval was only a small part of it, but the main reason was that Mary chose family in the end.

To be honest, Mary's willingness to be with Arthur at that time was already a very courageous thing. Arthur knew that she chose to marry someone else in the end, so he couldn't actually blame her.

But at that time, Arthur couldn't give her any guarantee at all.

He still remembers how his wife and children died.

……

Arthur came to the door and adjusted his mood. He didn't forget to straighten his clothes against the glass on the door. Arthur finally decided to take off his cowboy hat. He held it tightly with one hand. He lifted the brim of his hat and knocked on the door with the other hand.

The door opened quickly.

I saw an old woman emerging from inside, holding a revolver that didn't look consistent with hers. She was pointing at Arthur with a suspicious look on her face. She said, "What's the matter?"

Arthur replied after being stunned for a moment:
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, ma'am."

"Is Mrs. Lington here?"

The old woman did not put down the gun, but closed the door directly. She only heard a voice from inside the room:
"Mrs. Lington, someone is looking for you!"

Arthur hovered nervously at the door.

"Hello, Arthur."

She is still so pretty.

The green skirt complemented her very well.

Mary looked back at the house, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to close the door and stand outside the house with Arthur.

At this moment, the two people did not dare to look at each other for a moment.

"Uh, I..." Arthur suddenly didn't know what to say, and finally Mary spoke first:
"I heard you and your friends were around, so I..."

Arthur nodded a little awkwardly. Although Mary did not continue, he knew what she wanted to say. After thinking about it, Arthur still asked what he was most concerned about:

"What about him? Uh...who is that?"

So is there anything more embarrassing than asking the husband of the woman you love?
"died."

When he heard that the person was dead, Arthur stopped shaking and said in a clear voice:
"Wow, that's so sad to hear."

Arthur couldn't tell whether he was really sad to hear the news.

Mary obviously didn't want to talk too much, so she just said lightly:

"Yeah, me too, me too... for a while, pneumonia."

Arthur said hesitantly:
"So, uh, you, you've... you've become a widow, so... you're here to find me, right?"

fuck?
What did you say!Arthur, that's not what he meant, damn it.

Mary frowned and shook her hands as if trying to deny Arthur's statement. She said seriously:

"No, that's not it, Arthur."

Then, both men were silent, damn silent.

Arthur considers himself not a man who is speechless, and in all his memories, he is not, but damn, this damn feeling is so bad, he feels like he is probably possessed, maybe, he is now I just feel very stiff, my mouth is too, my body is too, and even my thoughts feel stiff.

Finally, it was Mary who spoke hesitantly:

"Well, Arthur, I... I... my family... I need your help."

As if his dissatisfaction with his performance just now suddenly had a place to vent, Arthur said angrily:

"You mean your family members who have never looked down on me, and now you still want me to help them?"

Although Mary was embarrassed, she had no choice but to persist and continue:

"It's my brother, Jamie."

Arthur snorted as he recalled the time when he was still with Mary.

How her family treated her...

Even Arthur suddenly felt that Mary wrote to him just because she wanted something from him. He couldn't tell how he was feeling now. He could only say:

"I've always liked Jamie... at least relative to everyone else."

Arthur turned his back to Mary. He suddenly didn't want to see Mary anymore. He walked to the fence, put his hands on it, and looked only at the ground.

Mary walked slowly and carefully to Arthur's side, not too far nor too close. She originally wanted to put her hand on Arthur's shoulder, but after much hesitation she put it down. She said in a low voice:
"He broke my father's heart."

"The old guy still has a heart?" Arthur asked dismissively.

"Don't make me beg you, Arthur."

Mary's voice was filled with despair and stubbornness.

Taking a deep breath, Arthur put on his cowboy hat and carefully smoothed the brim. He looked at Mary's eyes, which were very beautiful brown, but thought that she only wanted for herself, and only her family, forever. Just her family.

Arthur said angrily:
"Then beg me, beg me to help you, Mary Lington."

(End of this chapter)