The wind lifted the forehead, the trade winds from the northern tundra and the moisture of the ocean, carrying the blue eyes under the cowboy hat all the way up, until they were lost in the clear sky, where there was a misty sun, still trying to break through the autumn fog, wanting to give the last trace of warmth before the curtain end, to give this lost girl.

She didn't cry.

In the late autumn near winter, the most precious thing is probably the warm sun, and more precious than the warm sun is the warm grass, Astrid sucked her fingers, and slowly rubbed her already strong permanent teeth before coating Danko's thumb cover, exhaling softly, watching it slowly condense into white gas, and then slowly fade away.

"We're leaving, Linda." The mother's voice was louder than the neighing of the horses, and it got into little Astrid's ears, and she put her hat over her face and pretended to be asleep, which she could not be blamed for, for it was a cowboy to ask a girl to ride for a day, and there were few cowboys left.

Why can't I just stay in town and listen to the cowboys play guitar while I sit in the corner? She ignored the clatter of horses' hooves over the dead grass, and only thought slowly about the roaring heavy metal at the Livingston Festival, it was a good time, no matter where the blonde and blue-eyed girl sits, there would be no shortage of cans of beer, and then the men in brown, white, and black cowboy hats would come one by one to beg for courtesy, until they found that they couldn't please them.

Why are they all fleeing from their hometowns, and I don't like this one? She clutched her cowboy hat on either side and flipped it over, as if to avoid her mother's piercing gaze. "I can't ride, let's go back, I'm hungry."

"Oh, Linda, you know that's not right." The spur was gently kicked in the waist, and the mother's voice became less gentle. "I can't get up, I'll go to the other side of the mountain with your brother first, and then you have to come by yourself."

"Which one do you choose?"

"Get up and set an example to your brother, you have grown up."

Astrid glared fiercely at her brother who was smiling hippie in the saddle, who would have thought that this eight-year-old boy could control a Montana stallion, but the damn beast always winked at the zebra she picked, she knew! It's a girl's instinct!

"Go up, Linda, we're going to get to the lake before sunset." Mother sighed as she looked at Astrid, who couldn't get up on the stirrups. "Hold on to the saddle grip and use your waist to do fast, or you'll have to try all day if your horse moves." The mother held the reins of the horse, and it was evident that her horse was a little more tame than her daughter, and most of the time she bundled the grass and slipped around the stall twice.

It had taken all the strength of her puberty to fight with the boys before she got into the saddle again, and she suddenly clamped the horse's belly tightly, and her hands were shrunk to her chest for fear that the reins would fly out. This obviously made the horse very unpleasant, and he only walked slowly.

"You're going to make us late!" Keith's white horse swooped past and walked back, and the boy, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, took the reins with one hand, and took Astrid's hat while his sister was not looking.

"Cowboy no cowboy hat, whew!" In normal times, it is not necessary to think that such a trick on Astrid will inevitably lead to a violent beating, one is eight years old, the other is fourteen years old, it is the time when the energy is at its highest, and the only person in this world can stop them from fighting.

Astrid bit her lip, thinly fading the blood, and she cried out, "Enough, Case! Give me back the hat! ”

Rare opportunity to gain the upper hand, Keith directly overlapped his hat and grimaced: "If you have the ability, you can take it yourself?" So saying, the horse spread its hooves and left them both behind.

Astrid would never hand her mother a plea for help, and she couldn't do such a triviality! So she kicked the spurs in annoyance, and if this chosen docile mare were to go wild because of this, it would have tarnished Karl Joseph's reputation, for a father always had to prepare the best saddle horse for his daughter.

"You should learn from him, Linda, a hundred years ago, this farm was your destiny." The mother looked at her younger son who was gone, and there was no doubt that she was relieved in her eyes, so it was natural that she would not be very friendly when she looked at her eldest daughter, who was still timid, at least in Astrid's eyes.

"It's the 21st century, and I'm better at anything than picking up horse manure." Astrid sneered, full of disdain: "Besides, even a hundred years ago, I had the right to vote!" ”

"First of all, this is your land, your father's land, your grandfather's land, and without those who collect horse manure, there would be no you." Mother looked at Astrid coldly, and said, "Secondly, you will have to wait another four years, when you are eighteen years old, before you have the right to think about it, so that you can enjoy yourself quickly, and not listen to me and go to the fence of heaven and earth." ”

Astrid choked on all her words, and it was not reassuring for her mother to look away from her daughter, who thought she could be called an adult if she had shed a little blood, and to be preoccupied with her rebellious daughter, who had been making a fuss all day.

"When will you have this horse half obedient."

The words finally killed Astrid, and the anger that had accumulated all the time rushed to her forehead, burning her with rage, and she kicked the horse's belly and flung the reins frantically. "Phew! Sigh! Run! Run! You're obedient! Listen to me! ”

The spotted mare endured in silence, no matter how much her master kicked and struck, which angered Astrid even more, and she looked around angrily for anything to subdue the curly-haired animal, and then she stared at the saddle whip.

She looked up at her brother, who was far away and only a shadow remained, and he looked at her maliciously by the fence at the end of the meadow.

"Hurry up! Come on! The annoying little hairy head yelled.

It seems that the mother has lost her patience and chooses to ride forward to catch up with her beloved, and she does not forget to go back and make up for it at the end.

"The whole world is waiting for you, Linda."

"Every time."

She stroked the knotted patterns on the tip of the whip, and the sunlight invaded her eyes unbridledly, full of malice.

"Crackle!" The whip exploded.

"Looks like it likes you." Mother said as she stroked the white horse's mane.

Keith looked up at his mother, whose face was shrouded in the shade of her hat, and then lowered her head and said, "I seem to have made my sister angry." ”

"When she arrives, give her back the hat, cowboys without hats will be laughed at, what if your sister is laughed at by other cowboys?"

Keith squeezed his facial features together, tried to put on a scary expression, stretched out his little thin arm, and said angrily, "I'll beat them all over!" ”

The mother and her youngest son clashed their fists and said with a smile: "Of course, the warlike genes of the Joseph family have your share, you are right, she is your sister, sooner or later, she will need your protection." ”

"Like now?" Keith pointed to the whirlwind that was rushing in.

The smile on the mother's face faded instantly, and she hurriedly instructed her son: "Go!" Go open the fence! Fast! ”

The earth kicked up by the horse's hooves and the gale struck Astrid in the face mercilessly, and the painful zebra finally obeyed his master's order, spreading his strength and galloping, where was the power of a horse's sudden burst that Astrid could control? The saddle jolted and shook her to pieces, and it was all her strength to hold the reins!

"Hah! Ha! The mother, riding the sturdy stallion under her crotch, staggered with Astrid and then turned the reins, and stiffly reined the horse's head and fell backwards, catching up with the mad spotted mare carrying her only daughter.

"Grab the reins! Don't let go! Don't let go! Eyes forward! Mother leaned over, looked at Astrad, and said urgently. She tried to pull the reins of the zebra, but she was able to control both horses at the same time, and one of them went crazy.

The mother kept the horse moving while looking down through the saddlebag, hoping to find something that could help, yes, she found a rope, which is a sharp weapon used by cowboys to catch and tame horses, but lassing horses is not a skill that ordinary cowboys can master, but she is a mother, and she can only try.

"Calm down, my dear, I need you to calm down, I'm with you." Astrid turned her head and saw her mother beside her, carrying a leash in one hand to untie it.

There had never been a moment when Astrid felt her mother's love for her so much that she clung to the reins with tears in her eyes and pressed them to her horsehair.

It was a meadow, a fenced meadow, and it took a lot of effort for my mother to loosen the rope, and she straightened her back, dangled the rope and cried out, "Dear! Hold on to the reins! Don't let go! ”

Then she saw her son, on his horse, at the edge of the fence, trying to push the door of the fence that was chained to him, which was a matter of ease for an adult, just lifting up the chain with the head of the fence and removing it, but her son was only a boy.

The mother looked at her son, who looked back at her, with pure blue eyes, like his mother, and his immature face did not even have a little freckle, he did not feel afraid, but showed a curiosity that made her heart ache, and perhaps he was guessing that his mother and sister were having a horse race, and it seemed that his mother had deliberately lost to his sister so that his sister could get the cowboy hat back from him.

I love him so much.

The mother looked at her daughter on the horse's mane, the same eyes intersecting, the same clear sky and lake, she didn't realize what her first heroic beauty would bring her, but she had the right to know, too many qualifications to explore this world dominated by men, and then loudly proclaim that she would do far better than men, as her mother had taught.

I love her so much.

The mother's gaze turned to the front, and the younger son's confused expression shot at her.

If this is the last scene I see, that's fine. Mother thought.

Then she flicked the reins and whipped her horse quickly.