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

Mornings at the camp are always beautiful. The bright morning sun shines through the gaps in the branches and leaves in various parts of the camp. Standing on the edge of the cliff, I look at the water vapor evaporating under the sunlight in the distance, as well as the looming towns in the distance. , it’s really refreshing.

Zhou Zheng finished the punch slowly under the watchful eyes of several ladies. Each of the ladies smiled and handed Zhou Zheng a few coins, and then left happily. They watched him as a show.

Everyone in the camp was still lazy, the uncle and Reverend Swanson were still drunk, and Ms. Grimshaw yelled at a few lazy girls, which attracted the condemnation of Tilly and Marybeth.

Abigail is making breakfast for little Jack. He is still a child, so he should eat more and eat better.

Dutch coquettishly played music on the gramophone in the camp, but his face didn't look good. His Micah still hadn't come back. No one knew where this guy had gone. Dutch wanted someone to go out and find him. He, but everyone made excuses to refuse.

There were all kinds of excuses, and Dutch just wanted to force Arthur to look for it, but before he could say anything, Arthur got on his horse and ran away. It’s a new horse, it needs to be run in and used up.

When it was Zhou Zheng's turn, Da Qi looked at Zhou Zheng with a gloomy face and had to give up.

This guy had better not come back, otherwise Zhou Zhengfei would have to give him some trouble.

Charles was sitting alone by the campfire sharpening his axe. Zhou Zheng stepped forward curiously and asked, "What? Did you do anything else just after you came back?"

"Getting ready to go hunting for American bison, how about we come together?" Charles looked up and saw Zhou Zheng, and said with a smile.

"Let's go. I just want to go out for a walk. I'm exhausted these past few days."

The two mounted their horses and walked slowly. Zhou Zheng looked at Charles and asked, "Where are we going this time?"

"Not far to the east, near Shuangdie Mountain, I saw a herd of bison there before. They won't migrate soon. If we go now, we should be able to catch up with them." Charles said. "This kind of animal is full of treasures. Just one animal will be enough for us to use for a long time."

Before Americans set foot on this land, the Indians here followed the bison and followed them wherever the bison migrated. All their food and clothing were provided by bison.

"So, your beautiful princess in Blackwater Town gave you a beautiful gift. Didn't you plan to return the gift or send her a letter?" Charles asked with a smile, looking at the beautiful pistol on Zhou Zheng's waist.

Zhou Zheng rolled his eyes: "Why are you starting to get so weird? What about the princess? People like me still have a lot of things to do. How can I have time to think about these things?"

Charles was puzzled: "What is it? Revenge, that person named Zhou Xing? Of course I'm not saying that you shouldn't take revenge, but I think you don't value hatred so much. You may just not know what you want to do. And there just happens to be hatred right now.”

"Look, we did such great things in Annesburg, but is that really what you want?"

The words of brother Charles are always thought-provoking. Zhou Zheng considered his words carefully. What did he really want?

Seeing Zhou Zheng beginning to think deeply, Charles did not disturb him. Some things had to be figured out by oneself.

The two of them walked slowly on horseback. They felt that the owner on their back seemed unhappy, and Chitu stopped making trouble. Zhou Zheng thought about what Charles said. He was right. He came to this world inexplicably and accepted it. The hatred of the original owner, but what about myself, what do I want to do?

Suddenly thinking about such a philosophical question really made Zhou Zheng a little confused. In my previous life, as an orphan, I had always been in a state of confusion. All I could ask for was food and clothing. I could eat enough for myself and the whole family would not be hungry. The world was so vast that I always felt that there was no place for me.

After arriving here, fortunately, everyone in the Vanderlinde Gang extended a helping hand to him, and everyone was very kind to him, which allowed him to get through the most difficult time on the snow-capped mountains.

But it seems that I have never thought about what I want? He had always followed the crowd, and Charles was right, he just happened to have hatred.

"Hey, Zhou, come on." Charles's shout interrupted Zhou Zheng's brainstorming. Zhou Zheng looked forward and saw several dead bison lying scattered on the grass on the vast grassland.

The two came to the bison carcass, and Charles examined it carefully: "Some people just killed the bison, but didn't take anything. They were just for killing." This discovery made the usually calm man become angry.

As mentioned before, bison are a part of life for Indians. They have deep feelings for bison, and such slaughter makes him unbearable.

"These corpses have not been dead for long, a day or two at most. They should not have gone far yet. Let's chase them." Charles jumped on his horse and said, "I see that there seem to be some on the other side of the mountain over there. Let's go over and have a look."

"Let's go, let's see who is so evil." Zhou Zheng understood Charles's thoughts. Needless killings are absolutely not allowed.

The two continued walking forward and soon discovered new bodies. Charles' face became increasingly abnormal. Although nothing could be seen on his dark face, his bloodshot eyes made it possible to tell his current mood.

"What did these people do to kill these bison? I don't think it was the murderous perverts. The wounds on these corpses are very clean, and they look like professional hunters." Zhou Zheng said, and he couldn't quite understand it.

"I don't know, but there will always be people in this country who are incomprehensible." Charles identified the traces on the ground and wanted to track those people: "Follow me, I seem to have discovered something."

Not long after, an abandoned camp appeared on the hillside ahead. The campfire was still a little hot, and it looked like it had only been away for half a day.

"Look, there's smoke there, it must be them." Zhou Zheng said hurriedly when he saw a puff of smoke at the foot of the mountain opposite.

"Go and have a look."

Looking at more and more corpses on the ground, both of them were a little silent. After a while, they came to a camp.

Charles walked forward angrily: "Are they the bison you shot?"

The two were sitting in the camp drinking wine. When they saw someone suddenly rushing over, they were startled: "What? What did you say?"

"I mean, were those buffaloes shot by you bastards?" Charles raised his voice, almost shouting.

One of them smiled disdainfully and said: "I don't care if you are a black man or an Indian bastard, we are going to shoot you. If you don't get out of here, I will shoot you..."