He's in the west, he's a cowboy

A blizzard swept across the earth, and the white god of death covered everything on the earth. Whether it was the majestic king of beasts in the past or the howling wolves, they were all hiding in their dens and shivering.

The mountain trails that were clearly visible in the past have been covered with snow, several horse-drawn caravans are slowly advancing, and a group of refugees are panicking towards their unknown future.

"Daqi, the wind and snow are really too heavy this time. We must find a place to hide, otherwise David may not be able to survive for a few days." The old man sitting on the carriage said with a trembling voice to the man riding next to him. The man on the white horse said that the snow and wind in the sky made him look older, and his usually wise eyes were now full of worry and uneasiness. During the events of Blackwater, they lost their partner, Jenny, that lovely girl who was as good as a lark. Mike, a solid and reliable sharpshooter. Sean, the Irish boy is always full of energy. Mike's brother David was also seriously injured.

"Don't worry, Hosea, I've asked Arthur to go out and look for it. You know, he never lets us down. He will definitely find it."

Dutch van der Linde said without hesitation. He was wearing a fur coat and looked like a nouveau riche. Through the collar of the coat, you could see that the shirt underneath was also extremely gorgeous. The white horse underneath him seemed to blend into the snow.

He is the leader of the team and the boss of the Van der Linde Gang. When the team is in the most difficult times, his self-esteem does not allow him to show a trace of hesitation.

"I hope so. It's not just David. Women and children can't stand this kind of weather. We don't have much food. If we don't replenish supplies in time, we will all die on the road. This weather is already in May. , but it doesn't get better at all." Hosea rubbed his hands and put them to his mouth and breathed out, as if this could warm him up, although he knew that it was just a useless effort.

Hosea, wearing shabby clothes, showed a self-deprecating smile from the corner of his mouth and said: "At least those Pinkertons are as confused as us, right?"

"Of course, in this weather, they can't track us at all. As long as we find a place to hide for a while and wait for the storm to pass, everything will be easy, just like before."

Dutch was waving his arms as he spoke, feeling that it would make his words more convincing, and he liked it.

"Look over there, it should be Arthur!"

Following the direction of his finger, a cowboy on horseback walked slowly towards them. Dutch recognized that this was his most important right-hand man, his dearest child, Arthur Morgan.

Dutch happily shouted to Arthur: "Did you find anything? Did you gain anything?"

"I found a place, an abandoned town, which can be used as our temporary base. Also, I picked up a man on the roadside, who seemed to be an Indian. He was still a child." Arthur said slightly Turning sideways, Dutch and Hosea discovered a man lying on Arthur's horse's butt: "He's about to freeze. We have to keep him warm." With that, Arthur dismounted and pulled the man from the horse. He immediately took it down.

The Vanderlinde Gang has always considered themselves to be thieves, and they are not averse to saving people on the way. On the contrary, this will make them even more proud, which makes them think that they are different from those gangsters who just fight and rob.

Dutch shouted to the team behind him: "Pastor Swanson, this child is left to you, do we still have blankets?"

Swanson got down from the caravan at the back and walked over with difficulty: "We still have a few blankets. Give him to me, this poor child." He took the child from Arthur's hands and held it with difficulty. He put it on his back.

Hearing that it might be an Indian, Charles hurried over to check from behind. When he saw the staggering Swanson, he hurriedly came over to help. Although this sturdy man was a black man, he was also half Indian and had followed the tribe since he was a child. grow up.

Together they took the child to the back, cleared a space in the caravan, and wrapped him in a greasy blanket. There was only so much they could do in this situation.

"Let's go, Arthur has found a place for us, we have to speed up, drive!!!" Dutch shouted loudly, cheering everyone up. This was not only for everyone, but also for himself. , because of what happened in Blackwater Town, and because of such bad weather, he felt that his prestige in the gang was on the decline.

Everyone followed Arthur with difficulty to this so-called small town. It was more like a ruin than a small town. There were ruins everywhere. Except for a few dilapidated wooden houses in the middle of the road, almost nothing was left. .

The group of people parked the carriage in front of a house that looked the most complete. Under Dutch's command, they carried David and the boy into the house. They lit a fire in the middle of the house. The child that Arthur picked up was trembling all the time and his mouth was trembling. He was mumbling something, and several people took turns listening, but no one understood it, not even Charles. Maybe it was the language of some remote tribe.

"David...is dead." The speaker was Abigail, a woman who grew up in bars and brothels. She had always been strong, but now she saw panic in her eyes.

Dutch's expression was also full of disappointment, but he quickly cheered up. He was the boss of the Vanderlinde Gang, and he couldn't be disappointed in this situation.

"What should we do?" Hosea asked a question that everyone wanted to ask.

Dutch greeted everyone, and everyone looked at him. These people had recently fled with him and hit walls everywhere. He looked at them one by one, and after confirming that everyone was there, he said firmly: "Brothers and sisters, listen to me. We've had a very rough few days in the past, we've had a rough time, we've been hunted, we've lost Jenny, Mike and Sean are missing, and now David has passed away, I love them if I can I would not hesitate to exchange my life for them! But now, we must look forward. In this situation, no one will come to hunt us anymore. We have escaped from the predicament that we have experienced before. difficult......."

Dutch looked at the gang's cook Pearson and logistics director Grimshaw, "Mr. Pearson, Ms. Grimshaw, I need you to transform this place into a camp. We may need to stay here for a few days."

"Now each of you, please warm up. This is not our end point, believe me. I have sent John and Micah to explore the road ahead. Arthur, you and I go out and take a look."

"This weather?" Arthur's face was full of doubts. In this kind of weather, it was too difficult to find people. If no one found him, he would lose the fun.

Dutch looked at the wind and snow in the sky, and said firmly: "We will go back as soon as we go, we must go!" After saying that, he picked up the lantern and walked out of the house without hesitation. Arthur shook his head, but he could only follow.

"I want to know what happened in Blackwater Town?" Arthur asked Dutch with difficulty after going out. The wind and snow seemed to have gotten a lot stronger, and the two people on the horse were struggling to even speak.

"We're missing you, that's it." Dutch said as he walked forward without looking back.

Seeing that Arthur couldn't ask anything, he could only sigh helplessly and follow Dutch into the cold wind and snow.

"We need to tidy up here quickly, Tilly, let the fire burn brighter to keep everyone warm. Mr. Pearson, can you go to the house next door to find a place to make a kitchen? I think everyone needs some hot soup now. , Reverend Swanson, bring the boy over and let us wipe him with spirits. Fortunately, the poor boy met us." As soon as Dutch and I left, Grimshaw came from inside the house. Lady's roar. This strong woman seemed to never tire, directing everyone to clean up the temporary camp.

Several men threw out the rubble and debris in the house, and found some boards to block the air leakage. Ms. Grimshaw and a few girls cleaned up the house and spread everyone's blankets on it. On the ground, in this case, everyone must be sleeping together.

Pearson brought his special stew to everyone from next door, and everyone gathered around the fire, each holding his own bowl and devouring it. Although everyone usually dislikes his craftsmanship, I have to say that I am very grateful to have someone with a warm mouth in such an environment.

"This is still a child. Looking at his face, I think he is only 15 years old at most." Ms. Grimshaw said while wiping him.

"He's in pretty good condition. He doesn't even have a few chilblains on his body. As long as we keep him warm, he should be fine." Pearson took out his collection of spirits, which would help the child get better as soon as possible.

"He looks very strong, he should be able to get through it." The black girl Tilly brought the freshly heated hot water: "It's time for you to warm up too."

"Okay, we've done everything we can. Now we can only look after the child himself." After everything was done, Ms. Grimshaw put the boy's clothes on. The child's clothes were in tatters and were everywhere. He broke the hole, wrapped him tightly with a blanket, and everyone leaned around the campfire. It had been a difficult few days and everyone was tired.

"Hey, this boy seems to be awake!!!" The one who shouted was Abigail. She just saw that the boy had opened his eyes, but immediately closed them again.

"Damn, what on earth is going on? Am I not at home? Where is this? Who are these people? Kidnappers? Where is this place?" Zhou Zheng's heart was pounding. He didn't know whether it was cold or fear that made him tremble all over. "I remember, I was at home, I just bought a game, I just opened it, and then... holy shit!!!"

For a moment, his mind felt as if someone had stirred it in a blender. The severe headache made him cry out involuntarily, and the broken memory fragments came to him like a tide.