Riding his beloved horse through the forest, the dappled sunlight gave the woods an incomprehensible elegance, Old John took out a crumpled letter from his bosom and slowly unfolded it.

"Dear Kent:"

If you can see this letter, it means that God has not taken you away, then you should also consider what we have discussed. ”

"You can't never come back for the rest of your life, do you really want to wait until the day the bad news comes to regret what you've done?"

"My father is very old, he fell some time ago, and now he can't continue to do anything, he can only move a short distance every day, and he looks very pitiful......"

"Even though he never said anything to us, we all know that he is very guilty and regrets everything he has done to you. ”

"For the sake of his old age, and as he is about to go to God, I beg you, and all the family, to come back and see him, if you can, even if only for a few days......"

The letter was not long, but the content made old John a little ...... Anxious.

John was his first name after becoming a gold digger, used to disguise his real name, and when he was young, he left the house after arguing with his father for ideological reasons, and vowed that even without the support of his family, he would be able to fight for a future for himself with his own hands.

Obviously, he overestimated his own abilities and underestimated the realities of society, and in desperation, he was unwilling to go home and admit his defeat, and he became a gold digger.

It was the best time for the gold diggers, and it was said that there was untold wealth hidden in the wilderness of the West, and he really believed it, and it was more than ten years from the day he set foot in the West. (As mentioned above, Old John is actually not old)

In these long years, he had almost forgotten his past, that there was an old man who was always unkind to him, laughing at his dreams and refusing his requests.

It wasn't until a few years ago that he unexpectedly ran into his brother who came to look for him, and he had a new contact with the family, and at the same time he learned that the family had never given up looking for him.

As long as his brother was free, he would come to the west, because before he came to the west, he told his colleagues who had worked that he would come to the west to seek wealth.

For such an illusory clue, every city in the west has the footprints left by his family, just to find him.

When he was young, he was reluctant to go back because of his vigor, but he just wanted to prove to his father that all his ideas were right and that he would be able to become the person he wanted to be.

Now he doesn't want to go back, he has no face to go back, even if he doesn't want to admit it, he has to admit that he was wrong, and his father is right.

Sometimes it's easy to pick things up, but it's hard to put them down.

Recalling the pale past, Old John put the letter back into the letter and put it close to his body.

The killings during this time, as well as the subtle changes in the camp, gave him a sense of irritability, especially as his injured leg had been warning him that gold diggers were not a naïve profession full of dreams.

Maybe one day, if he is not careful, he will throw his life into this wilderness, and no one will even know what happened to him and where he died.

The gold mine is too tempting,

The hand that clutched the reins was a little pale, and the inner struggle was very fierce, and after a long while, he sighed.

This time, bring some more ore back, and get together three or five thousand yuan and go home. It may not be a lot of money, but at least you can open a small shop in your hometown.

Suddenly, he looked up at the bushes to the side, reached out and raised his shotgun, and under his gaze, a rabbit jumped out of the bushes, stopping and walking.

Old John observed for a moment, and the muzzle of the gun was already pointing slightly, but suddenly he raised the muzzle of the gun and fired a shot at the bushes.

Isn't it always like this in movies, the guy who is hiding accidentally shows a sound, and then a bird comes out of nowhere, or a rabbit or cat or something like that, making people think that no one is there.

There was no murmur after the shot, no one was snorting in pain and pretending that no one else could hear it, and there was no sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

He quickly reloaded a bullet, and with his very skillful backhand he stuck the shotgun into the holster of the saddle, and he grabbed the reins with both hands and shook it vigorously, and someone would soon come to check on the sound of the gun.

He went into the mountains alone this time, and he knew very well what the virtues of the gold diggers were, even if it was himself, he would have some unfriendly thoughts when he met a lone person.

Thirty meters away, in the canopy, a guy with oil paint on his face raised his gun, the muzzle of which protruded from the canopy......

The strong wind in his ears shook Old John's greasy sideburns, and the wind poured into his ears and there were bursts of sharp tinnitus, as if time was tired, and he wanted to rest for a moment at this moment.

The bullet swirled and swirled slowly close to his temple, and he had tried his best to avoid it, but the slow speed of movement could not do anything.

At this moment, his heart was at peace, and perhaps from the day he came to the west, he knew that he would end up like this.

Everyone is trading their lives for money, some are already dead, some are dying, and no one can break free from this iron law.

Thinking of the people he killed before, Old John no longer tried to avoid it, but found it funny and ridiculous, this may be a never-ending reincarnation.

He had killed quite a few people, and now it was his turn.

The bullet slowly embedded in his flesh, and he thought it would hurt, but it wasn't as painful as he imagined, and he didn't even feel it.

The flesh shredded by the spinning bullet swirled and flew past the corner of the eye, the skull cracked, and the bullet was slightly blocked for a moment.......

"I'm sorry ......", at the end of his life, John Sr. just wanted to say an apology that could never be said.

In the next second, the entire skull was blown out.

The second gunshot rang out, and the birds hovering over the nest were startled by the first gunshot over the woods, and flew quickly into the distance, when a marching team suddenly stopped, turned its horse's head, and marched quickly towards the place where the gunshots rang out.

Seven or eight minutes later, the team came to the place where the shots rang out, and after searching for a while, they found Old John with one foot hanging from a stirrup.

Several members of the group immediately raised their shotguns and stood on guard, and one of them turned over and dismounted, walked up to Old John, pulled his foot out of his stirrup, and then crouched down to examine his injuries, and then searched himself.

"One shot kills...... Everything is there, the other party may not have gone far, be careful around. The man who examined the body took out Old John's scarf, untied it, and then pulled out everything on him, including the letter.

In fact, gold diggers can often encounter such things, and these people are also prison gold diggers who know how to deal with the current situation.

They took out all the valuable things that old John had on him, packed them, hung them on old John's horse, and led old John's horse away quickly.

Such assassinations continued to take place in the Yagur Mountains, and every now and then a single shot would be heard, and the gold diggers on the way did not notice anything too unusual until the end of their shift, and the moment they retreated from the mountains.

The gold diggers who came back from the mountains talked about bags of gold ore being sent to the recycling station in exchange for a large amount of cash, and now the only thing they had to do was revelry.

Gold mining has always been one of the favorite things of gold diggers, and a small piece of gold ore can be exchanged for a large amount of money, which can make them realize the happiness of being a gold digger and the value of their existence.

With the money, gold diggers flocked to nearby entertainment venues, with bars being the main attraction. Here you can buy drunk, you can find skilled women, and you can exchange ideas and exchange information.

Almost everything a gold prospector needs can be found here.

In the evening, the largest bar in the West End suddenly boils over, and some people claim that Hawkeye is dead, much to the displeasure of the gold diggers in the bar.

Hawkeye is the most famous legendary gold digger in the West End, which is no longer a title, a symbol, but a spirit.

Now, there are rumors that he is dead?

The young man with a blue nose and swollen face was pressed against the corner by several strong men, and a circle of people surrounded him, all of them angrily abusing and cursing the rumor-monger.

"Listen, boy, if you don't want to die in some stinky ditch in the middle of the night, you'd better get down on your knees and apologize for your stupidity!"

The little man covered his bulging cheeks and said vaguely, "I didn't spread rumors, I didn't lie, really, Hawkeye died, and his body was brought back......"

There was an instant silence in the bar, and a strong man roared angrily, "Impossible, Hawkeye can't die, the last time a dozen people surrounded him, none of them succeeded, and it is even more unlikely that he will die in the mountains......"

"But the body has been brought back......"

Is Hawkeye dead?

The people in the bar fell silent, they may not know each other well with Hawkeye, and they may not have said a word, but Hawkeye is the object of everyone's admiration, he is alive, and every gold digger in the West End will feel uplifted.

His legendary story, his legendary encounters, and his terrifying marksmanship largely symbolize the ideal state of the gold diggers.

Not only Hawkeye, but most of the people who have been called "legendary gold diggers" are like this, they have set an example and pointed out a direction for all gold diggers, they are the future of life, the hope of life!

But now, they are being told that this benchmark, the example, the future and the hope, is actually ...... He's dead?

Everyone will face death one day, although everyone knows it.

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