He asked me if I could give him a bottle. So I did. He went on to tell how he made money gathering up Native Americans, locking them up in his basement, and then selling them off to the feds. He couldn't live with what he did any longer.
So in Red Dead I met a guy sitting by a campfire. He asked me to sit next to him by the fire. So I did. He tried to take another drink of his whiskey but was upset that he had ran. He wanted to confess his sins to me, but that he would more whiskey to work up the courage.
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His house is somewhere north of Strawberry. After he was done talking he passed out. This wasnt a side mission, just a random encounter I could have easily ignored. This game is unreal.
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