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

Looking at Annesburg, which was almost in ruins, Dawson Cornish felt suffocated. What happened that night was simply a nightmare.

His uncle Leviticus Cornwall gave him the management of this place, but he ended up doing this. He couldn't believe what would happen to him after his uncle knew all this.

"Young...Master, what should we do?" Laurie asked his young master in a trembling voice.

"Go and search, send everyone out, and catch them no matter what! Go!" Dawson Cornish shouted hoarsely, his hoarse voice startled Laurie, and he hesitated. Said: "Then...what about Annesburg?"

"Idiot, Annesburg has been burned! Now only if the murderer is caught, can I have an explanation, and you can live, understand?" Dawson Cornwall is already a little crazy, and now the only way is to catch the murderer. Only by sending it to his uncle can he atone for his sins, otherwise...

Cornwall has a son, although he is a bit silly, but... Dawson Cornwall has a fierce look in his eyes. If it doesn't work, he can only do that.

Zhou Zheng and others were arduously advancing on the mountain. They were afraid of being exposed, so they did not dare to light the lamp. Although there were no pursuers behind them, it was better to be careful than to be afraid of ten thousand. The mountain road is narrow, rugged and not fast, which makes people anxious.

"Who, who's in front!" Zhou Zheng heard a rustling sound in his ears and pointed his gun directly at the grass in front. Seeing this, the others hurriedly raised their guns to be on guard.

"It's me, Charles." A big man jumped out of the grass on the side. It was Charles who had evacuated early.

"Hey, buddy, weren't you asked to evacuate first?" Zhou Zheng asked curiously. Charles still had a straight face and said calmly: "I'm afraid you won't be able to evacuate, so I'm here to meet you."

Zhou Zheng beat his chest. This guy was really reassuring. He smiled and said, "You set the fire beautifully."

"Yeah, we wouldn't have succeeded so easily without you." Arthur couldn't help but praise.

Charles was a little embarrassed when the two praised him, and Zhou Zheng let it go. Arthur's compliments were really unusual.

"Hey, three of you, now is not the time for small talk. We have to find a place quickly. I feel like the guy behind me is dying." Indeed, the Chinese man had fainted, and everyone realized that he was The wound kept bleeding.

"Follow me. I found a hut in front. It was very secluded. The owner was a madman. As soon as I got close, he shot at me without saying anything. I took care of him and we can rest there." Charles turned around Lead the way into the woods.

The group of people led the horses and followed Charles through the forest. After a while, they saw a small wooden house in front of them. A man was lying on the ground with a sharp knife stuck in his chest.

Several people carried the wounded man into the house and let him lie on the bed. The task of giving him medicine naturally fell on Zhou Zheng.

"Hey, my name is Juan Toscano Anderson. I'm a Mexican. Who are you? You don't look like ordinary cowboys." Seeing that he had turned the corner, the Mexican young man named Juan couldn't bear it. asked.

"Why are you locked up there? Are you also a slave?" asked Charles, who was giving him medicine.

"No, I am not a slave, I am a wanderer. I passed by Annesburg and saw these poor people being enslaved, so I want to help them get free." Juan raised his head and said proudly.

"What, don't you believe it? I first got close to the guards, then knocked him down and grabbed his gun..." Seeing the expressions of the three of them, Juan thought they thought he was bragging, and he quickly shouted The voice explained.

This guy's point is wrong... Zhou Zheng quickly interrupted: "I'm not doubting whether you have this ability, I just want to ask, why do you do this?"

This time it was Juan's turn to look surprised: "Isn't it right to help poor people who are being enslaved to be freed?"

Looking at Juan's clear and slightly stupid eyes, Zhou Zheng couldn't say anything questioning. Arthur rarely made any sarcasm. He shook his head and went out to smoke.

Charles silently gave him the medicine, handed him a chair to sit on and rest, while he sat silently in the corner.

Seeing that both of them ignored him, Juan walked up to Zhou Zheng, looked at the guy lying on the bed and said, "Is he okay? You are here to save him, right? Are you his friends?"

Zhou Zheng looked at the noisy young man in front of him with some speechlessness, and said helplessly: "No, I don't know him. Do you know him?"

"His name is very strange. I can't remember it clearly. How do you pronounce it?" Juan thought for a long time, and then gave up: "Forget it, you can ask him yourself later."

After a long night of hard work, everyone was tired. Juan sat on a chair and fell asleep on the desk in front of him. He was also seriously injured.

After Zhou Zheng finished taking the medicine, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the breathing of the guy in front of him gradually stabilized. It seemed that he was fine.

After walking out of the house and closing the door, Arthur saw him coming out, put down the gun in his hand, and handed him a cigarette: "How is the situation?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem. I just fainted from excessive blood loss. The injuries on my body are okay. I just need to rest for a few days and I'll be fine." Zhou Zheng lit up and took a deep breath.

Pick up the gun that Arthur just put down. Good guy, it's a double-barreled shotgun with intricate patterns carved on it.

Zhou Zheng carefully identified it and found that the pattern on the gun butt turned out to be a painting, which showed a man standing on the beach shooting birds with a gun: "Hey, where does this come from? Does it belong to the owner here?"

"Well, I got it from that dead ghost. It looks pretty good. Although the gun is a bit old, it is well maintained. If someone is willing to collect it, it can probably be sold for a good price."

While playing with the gun in his hand, Zhou Zheng asked curiously: "Do you think what Juan said is true or false?"

Arthur answered decisively: "Either he is a liar or an idiot, but I have seen many liars, but none like him."

Zhou Zheng nodded thoughtfully, thinking about Hosea and Trelawney. Indeed, they would not be like this, and then replied: "So you think he is a naive person with a strong sense of justice."

To put it simply, this guy has a bit of a chuunibyou, and he is also a chuunibyou with a strong sense of justice.

"It's possible. There are all kinds of people in this world." Arthur threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out: "Let's take a rest first. I just took a look in the house. There is a lot of food. Let's stay here first. Hide for a day or two and then go back.”