Mr.West Dickens: liar, cheat, money grubber, and accomplice. He still didn't have enough to help us, so we entered a horse race in his name. It was a close and exciting event as riders rode neck and neck with one another. We dearly wanted to shoot our fellow racers, but withheld the urge for fear of disqualification. The likable and hateable Mr. West Dickens wanted to bask in the glory of our victory, but Marston preferred cash. Finally the portly philanthropist caved and agreed to help us; but first we must hold Irish to his end of the deal. We decided to focus more on the story and less on our bizarre adventures, heart-breaking and wondrous as they may be.
We have discovered in Rathskeller Fork that Blackjack is a playable game in Red Dead Redemption, which bodes well for our gambling days. But no, we've wasted enough time! We'll save it for later. The room nearby cost a-hunnerd dollars to purchase, causing us to wonder why we wouldn't just sleep in the open plains free of charge. Is there any gameplay purpose whatsoever? Can you keep different horses at different locations? The horse system confuses us to no end. Perhaps these mysteries will become clear as we aid our drunken Irish friend.
Off we go!
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