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

The wind and snow that had been howling for a long time finally seemed to stop. Only sparse snowflakes were left in the sky and were still floating carelessly. The weather was getting colder and unbearable. A few horses were hiding in a drafty hut. The horses there also gave up the habit of sleeping standing up and buried their entire bodies in the hay pile prepared for them to minimize the loss of heat.

It was already noon, and Zhou Zheng was woken up by the urge to urinate. He really didn't want to get up. He waited until his bladder was about to explode, then reluctantly got up from the warm blanket, preparing to find a place to satisfy his physiological needs. John was still asleep on the bed, and injured people are always sleepy.

He quietly walked to the door, and as soon as he opened the door, a gust of cold wind enveloped him from all directions and penetrated into every seam of his bones. He couldn't help but shudder, and he didn't run far, so he just looked for it behind the house. Here, I shivered again, completing the first important task of getting up every day.

He wrapped himself tighter with Javier's old coat, but his nose smelled the aroma of meat. Then he felt his stomach growling, and then he remembered that he fell asleep in a daze last night and even had dinner. None of them were eaten.

Following the smell, I walked to Pearson's kitchen. It was said to be a kitchen, but it was actually quite simple. A wooden shed was built along the side of a house, and a square was built with stones in the middle. A fire was lit and it was considered a stove. There were two pots hanging on top, and meat was simmering inside. Zhou Zheng's mouth watered when he saw it.

Seeing him like this, Pearson couldn't help but feel a little funny: "Arthur and Charles came back from hunting two deer this morning. Finally, some of us can hunt prey. Bill and Lenny, the two idiots, can't hunt anything. They can only catch." It's something that won't move. It'll be ready soon. I'll give you a taste later." Then he took another bag of unknown powder and sprinkled it into the pot.

Only then did Zhou Zheng find two deer that had been cleaned hanging on the wall on one side of the wooden shed, and there was half a deer leg on the chopping board next to it. This was real game. It would take him a lifetime to eat it without spending a little money. arrive.

I found a few relatively clean twigs in the pile of firewood nearby, borrowed Pearson's knife, and cut off a few pieces of meat with snow-white fat from the deer's legs. I strung them together with twigs and found another small wooden stick. Dun, sat by the fire and started roasting.

"What is this sprinkled on? It smells quite fragrant." The stuff Pearson sprinkled was very fragrant, it should be some spices. "Get me some and I'll sprinkle them on the barbecue."

"Haha, you still know what's good. This is a good thing I brought from Blackwater Town, but I don't have much left. Share it with you." Pearson admired the young man who "liked" eating his own food so much. Zhou Zheng Naturally, I will not come out to explain this wonderful misunderstanding.

The fire was very hot, and the meat skewers were already sizzling with oil. Zhou Zheng quickly took a small plate and waited underneath. Oil is a good thing at this time. When he was a child in the orphanage, his favorite food was lard mixed with it. Rice, although this is not lard and there is no rice here, it will be good to eat it with bread later.

After the meat skewers were grilled and Pearson's stew was ready, he first served a bowl to Zhou Zheng, then gave him two fist-sized pieces of black bread, and then took the pot to serve the others.

The black bread was frozen very hard. Zhou Zheng put it on the fire and roasted it, then soaked it in the stew soup, and ate it with the barbecue. Only then did he feel that his stomach no longer rebelled, and his body became more and more healthy. It's getting warmer.

Zhou Zheng stood up and stretched, thinking about finding something to do, when he heard a commotion in the room next door, as if there was a quarrel, and then Dutch took Arthur, Bill, Lenny, ha Vail, there is another unknown person coming out.

"You two bastards know how to beat your own people, and the one who really deserves to be beaten is Colm O'Driscoe. Do you just want to wait for him to find us? We have business to do, let's go !" Dutch was furious and took the lead in riding his white horse.

"Are you sure, Dutch? At this time? Everyone is already very tired. I need to find a place for everyone to settle down first." Arthur followed, shouting anxiously.

"He's coming for us. I don't want to be attacked by him in the wild." Dutch was very determined. "Are you doubting me, Arthur? Do you no longer believe me?"

Arthur hurriedly explained that of course he believed in Dutch. It could be said that no one believed in Dutch more than him. But at this time, he really didn't realize that this was a good opportunity: "You said that revenge is something we can't afford." Responsibility......"

"But this is a good opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it's not just revenge, they're planning to rob the train." Dutch threw his lever rifle to Arthur: "You might not mind stepping in horse piss and dog shit I want to make a living, but I'm old, Arthur."

Seeing this, Zhou Zheng also wanted to join in the fun. He hurriedly asked for help: "Boss, take me with you. I'll go too."

Dutch turned to look at him and said with a smile: "Hey kid, you have to have a good rest now, we will be back soon. You saved John yesterday, which is great, great, but now the camp is full of women and Children, you have to protect them with your gun, understand?"

Just as Zhou Zheng was about to say something, a sinister voice came from behind: "This is not a child's play. You should run back to your mother to nurse."

Zhou Zheng turned around and saw that it was a man he didn't recognize. He had a big belly, was wearing a brown coat, a white hat, and an extremely obscene beard. He was dirty and looked like a man. He was a big rat, and his eyes were cold when he spoke, which made people uncomfortable.

He glanced at Zhou Zheng and shouted to Arthur: "Who is this? Is this someone's illegitimate child? Is it you, Arthur? Why is he a yellow-skinned pig? Hahahaha."

"Shut up Micah, you piece of shit." Arthur ignored him lazily. He didn't have time to argue with this guy now. The most important thing was to persuade Dutch to give up his plan.

However, Arthur was too lazy to pay attention to him, but Zhou Zheng was unwilling to do so. This kind of person looked like a mean-mouthed, trouble-making scumbag. Zhou Zheng had seen many such people before, and only fists could shut up such people.

Zhou Zheng decisively pulled out the gun from his waist, pulled the hammer, and pointed at this guy's head: "If you don't plan to apologize, I don't mind seeking justice myself."

"Haha, this yellow-skinned brat dares to pull out a gun on me. Do you know how to shoot?" This guy didn't panic as expected. Instead, he held his belly and laughed while leaning forward and back.

This is a ruthless man. He bets that he doesn't dare to shoot. Zhou Zheng's eyes are fierce and the pistol is slightly away from his head. He wants to put a shot in his ear to scare him.

Suddenly, the pistol on Micah's waist seemed to fly to his right hand. The speed was so fast that it was hard to see clearly. He stepped forward quickly, grabbed the pistol raised by Zhou Zheng with his left hand, and held the gun against Zhou Zheng's forehead with his right hand. , staring at Zhou Zheng: "Do you want to die? Damn it, you dare to draw a gun on me, do you know who I am?"

Zhou Zheng really didn't expect this guy to be so courageous, and he didn't understand the speed of drawing guns of fast shooters in this era. For a moment, this guy actually had the upper hand.

However, he was not a fool. Zhou Zheng quickly turned his head to the side to avoid the muzzle of the gun. He lay down to the right and rear, released his pistol with his right hand, grabbed his right hand holding the gun, and kicked his left leg upward. He was facing his descendants, ready to give him a hard blow.

Suddenly a black shadow flashed past, hitting the man and knocking him away. He did not fall to the ground, but was caught by someone. When he looked back, he saw that it was Javier, and it was Arthur who knocked the man away. .

"That's enough!!! Zhou, I gave you the gun to deal with the enemy, not to target your own people. Micah. If you are talking so freely, don't blame me for being rude." Dutch's face was ugly.

In just a short while, Micah had already fought with two people. He had just had a fight with Bill, and within a few minutes, he had provoked another one.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy was really a good player and saved his life, I really wouldn't want to accept him.

Zhou Zheng stood up straight while holding Javier's hand. "Boss, I'm not a troublemaker, but can this guy who looks like a mouse be so good at speaking human language?"

Micah stood up and patted the snow on his body, "Good boy, he has some skills, hehehe...Boss, I was joking with him." He said to Dutch admitting his mistake, and stared at Zhou Zheng His eyes became colder and colder.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and let's go." Dutch grabbed the horse's belly and rushed out of the camp.

Interrupted by the two of them, Dutch was no longer in the mood to listen to Arthur's nonsense. Arthur looked at Dutch's back and sighed, not knowing what to do.

"Good boy, I'm very optimistic about you." Bill, a strong man with a beard, walked past Zhou Zheng and patted him on the shoulder.

He has been unhappy with Micah for a long time, and he was slapped by Micah just now. In his simple mind, whoever doesn't deal with Micah now is his good brother.

Arthur picked up the pistol on the ground and handed it to Zhou Zheng, "Next time, remember to hold it more firmly and don't get distracted. Micah didn't do anything ruthless this time, otherwise I would have to collect your body."

After saying that, he got on his horse and followed Dutch.

Javier and Lenny said nothing, but gave Zhou Zheng an encouraging look. None of them liked Micah very much, but they didn't express it blatantly because of Dutch's face.

Looking at Micah's retreating back, I resisted the urge to shoot him, there was always a chance. Zhou Zheng thought silently.

It seems that I still need to practice. I am still a little far behind these cowboys who tie their heads to their waistbands all day long. Apart from being better at boxing and kicking, I can't compare to them in terms of marksmanship or reaction speed.

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge after ten years. Zhou Zheng is not a generous person.