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

Arthur gradually woke up. He felt pain all over his body. He struggled to get up, but found himself lying on a wooden bed.

He looked down at the wound on his body, which had been bandaged. There was a strange smell in the air, bitter, a bit like herbal medicine.

He subconsciously touched his waist, but did not find the gun. His heart tightened, and he struggled to stand up, looking around anxiously for his weapon.

Without a weapon in hand, he really didn't feel safe. He stood up, only to find that his legs were weak and his head was dizzy. He stood there for a long time before he felt better.

He started to look around. It was a very ordinary cabin with only a bed, a table and a chair. There was a strange-looking pot on the table. Arthur hurriedly struggled over, picked it up and shook it. , there is still water in it.

He hurriedly gave himself two sips, but almost spat it out. He opened the pot and saw some strange leaves and other hay-like things inside.

It felt like Arthur had many years of experience, and this should be tea, but the taste was very strange, not like the kind he had drunk before, and it tasted particularly bitter.

But now was not the time to be disgusted. He endured the strange taste and drank half the teapot, which made his dry throat feel better.

After just a few moves, Arthur leaned against the table and gasped. His injuries were too serious.

It took him a while to calm down, and he raised his head and continued to look around. There was something hanging on the beam in front of the table, which smelled of food.

He felt that he had been hungry for a long time, and when he smelled these fragrances, his stomach growled, and he wanted to stuff these things directly into his mouth.

Arthur stood up and looked at it curiously. It should be some sausages, but these sausages were also very strange, dried out in the sun, and smelled different from the sausages he had eaten before.

He squeezed it with his hand. The thing was too hard. Arthur wasn't sure if his teeth could bite it, so he had to give up the idea of ​​taking a bite.

There was a small cabinet next to the bed. Arthur opened it and saw some small knives and many thin needles. Arthur curiously picked up one and looked at it. This thing should not be used for sewing clothes.

There are some tools in the corner next to it, which seem to be used for plowing, but they also look a bit weird.

Everything here felt strange, but Arthur felt relieved. It seemed that he had been rescued by people living in the mountains.

As long as it's not a cop or a bounty hunter. Arthur breathed a sigh of relief. He sat on the bed and rested for a while. After his breathing became even, he slowly stood up and prepared to go out and take a look.

He didn't find his gun. He originally wanted to pick up the tools in the corner to defend himself, but then he thought, if there was danger, there was no need for those people to save him, and then he calmly walked to the door.

Arthur slowly opened the door. It was a small courtyard. In addition to the one he was in now, there was also a larger wooden house surrounded by a fence.

There were several chickens raised in the yard. Arthur walked out of the house slowly. He was going to take a look in the big house.

"Hey, you're awake?" Suddenly, a child's voice came from behind him. Arthur looked back and saw a child jumping into the yard carrying a big basket on his back.

When he saw Arthur walking out on his own, he felt happy at first, and then said nervously: "Uncle Huang said you were seriously injured and you can't get up yet."

Arthur looked at the child curiously. This guy looked to be only eight or nine years old. He was a yellow man. He looked like Zhou Zheng, who came from China.

His English is very standard. If you didn't look at the person, you would think he was a native American.

"Where is this?" Arthur asked in a hoarse voice. He looked around. It looked like a valley, surrounded by snow-capped mountains. Only there was very little snow here, and you could even see a little green on the ground not far away.

"That's where I live." The child said plausibly: "I went to the mountains with my grandfather that day and saw you being chased. Then you fainted and we rescued you."

"Aren't you afraid that I am a bad person?" Arthur asked in surprise. These days, there are not many people who are willing to meddle in other people's business.

"Don't be afraid." The boy said with a smile: "You are so seriously injured that even I can't beat you."

This reason was very strong. Arthur looked at the child speechlessly. This guy really didn't know how high the sky was.

"You're too seriously injured, you should have a good rest." The child put down the basket on his back, and Arthur could clearly see that it was full of flowers and plants, which seemed to be medicinal herbs.

"You have been unconscious for two days. I will get you something to eat later." The child spread the herbs on a piece of cloth on the ground and said while working quickly: "Uncle Huang went hunting nearby. It should be soon. Will be back."

"Where are my weapons?" Arthur asked curiously.

The child looked at Arthur as if he were looking at a fool: "As you said, I don't know if you are a good person, so for my safety, of course I have to put your gun away."

This answer was still very powerful. Arthur was speechless, so he waved his hand and continued to ask: "Child, what is your name? Are you Chinese?"

"My name is Zhao Yi, you can just call me Xiao Yi." The child said with a smile: "As for you, I see that you fought so fiercely with the police and bounty hunters, you should be a famous wanted criminal. "

Arthur became more and more curious about this mysterious child: "My name is Arthur Morgan. You are right, I am a wanted criminal. Since you know it, why do you want to save me?"

"Among the people chasing you are the scum of Xinantang." The child said decisively: "Uncle Huang said that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so we rescued you."

"Xin'antang? Are you also abducted?" Arthur asked in surprise: "So are my friends."

"So are your friends? Do you know other people who have been trafficked?" the child asked happily.

"Of course, we fought with Xin'antang several times. What's the name of that gang leader..." Arthur's mind was spinning for a long time, but he couldn't remember the name of that person.

"Zheng Hao!" the child said excitedly: "Are you from the Vanderlinde Gang?"

"Yes." Arthur said with a smile: "We killed the man named Zheng Hao and Cornwall, the sponsor behind him."

The child jumped up excitedly and said, "How did you do it? Tell me quickly!!!"