"Phew-"

The chirping of eagles resounded in the sky, and several California condors glided and circled in the sky. They were dressed in pitch-black black feathers, bare and evil eagle heads and beaks, sharp and gloomy eagle eyes, and their wide wings were nearly three meters, and from time to time they swooped down like arrows from a string, pecking at a piece of rotting corpse and swallowing it. They are born with a majesty and are full of dark charm, as if they are messengers of death.

"Bang-"

Jacob lifted Henry's M1860 and fired a shot into the sky, and the roar of gunfire echoed in the wilderness, startling California vultures and crows as they pecked at carrion. It's just that they didn't fly far, and were still hovering above Jacob's head, scarlet eyes greedily peering at the headless carrion on the cross, salivating.

Buzzing green-headed flies flutter around the corpses of the crosses, landing on them from time to time to lick and lay eggs. In the distance, several scavenging wild dogs stuck out their tongues and looked at Jacob and his party, waiting for them to pass before they could begin to enjoy the hearty meal......

"Hmm—Max is fast......"

With a wave of his hand to drive away the mosquitoes and flies in front of him, Jacob looked at the corpse in front of him and sighed.

Jacob had only spoken to Max about this suggestion in the morning, and it was only in the middle of the day that the bodies were erected. And the corpse was quite far away from the hot spring town, almost a dozen kilometers. Jacob took a closer look, and this was the place where last night's shootout had taken place, where the Borgs and Greenton had died.

It's hard for Max to find here.

"Jack, look here!"

Eve brandished her whip and pointed to a plank nailed to the cross.

"Hmm...... Welcome to Hot Springs! Passers-by don't worry, the Sinisting Borgs are here...... Death at the hands of the Angel of Death, Jacob Frye!Jack, is Mr. Max's notice......"

Looks like Max is in a lot of trouble! Should I come back later......

Jacob touched his chin and looked at the plank thoughtfully.

"Leave him alone. Sophie, Eve, let's get out of here and try to find a safe place to spend the night before dark......"

Jacob clamped the horse's belly hard, and the horse under his crotch sped up.

It's a barren western wilderness teeming with wolves, lizards, vipers, and elusive Indians and bandits. If you can't find a suitable campsite at night, it will be dangerous and hard at night.

glanced at Sophie, who was galloping on a horse, such a beautiful woman who had fallen into the country and the city, wandering alone in the dangerous western wilderness, unexpectedly intact, and unharmed. Jacob marveled at her boldness and luck.

There is no god horse in the world that travels thousands of miles in a day and 800 in a night. Generally, the war horse gallops wildly, and at most it can run ten or twenty kilometers, and then it runs out of horsepower. If you want to forcibly let the war horse gallop, it will consume the life of the war horse and run the war horse to death. Therefore, when riding a horse, you must know how to cherish the horsepower and let the war horse rest in time. Or each person is equipped with several war horses and takes turns to ride.

Jacob: That's what they are. He and Sophie had two horses each, one for riding, and the other for changing horses at any time. Although the speed is not particularly fast, it can be rested without stopping and recovering the horse's physical strength.

In the evening.

It was already dusk, the sun was about to set, the moon had not yet risen, and the stars were dim. The ravines began to slowly disappear into the sky, and the branches of the trees, as well as the huge spiky cactus cactus, became fangs and claws.

"Phew—stop!"

Eve let out a soft snort and pulled the reins to stop the caravan. She pointed to a hill in the distance and shouted to Jacob, "No further! After the Pomos were exterminated by the California Army ten years ago......"

Speaking of this, Eve trembled with fear, and then said in a trembling voice, "There is a legend there...... There will be ghosts of Indians at night...... Wandering, looking for white people to ...... Complex...... Revenge!"

"Did you see that?"

Eve pointed to a wooden shed not far away.

Jacob looked up and followed Eve's guidance.

There was indeed a simple wooden shed over there, with wooden shelves. A few crooked sticks set up a shelf, and on top of it was a branch or something. It was a little far away, and it was dark, and Jacob couldn't see it very clearly.

"I know. ”

Sophie raised her head and lifted her veil and glanced at the wooden shed, not daring to look at it again, and her words were a little erratic, "I spent the night under that shed the night before......"

"Oh God!"

Eve covered her mouth and looked at Sophie in surprise, her wide eyes full of shock!

"Sophie, don't you know what that shed is for? That's ......"

Eve covered her mouth and looked around, not daring to speak again, as if there were spirits watching her and listening to her in the wilderness around her.

"I only found out in the morning!" Sophie looked at the wooden shed with a trance in her eyes, "When I got up, I found that I was missing a piece of clothing in my luggage, and I had an extra piece of cooked meat and an eagle feather ...... by my side."

"Sophie, Eve, what are you talking about?"

Jacob listened to Sophie and Eve's conversation a little confused.

Sophie and Eve looked at each other and said apprehensively, "That wooden shed is...... Be...... It's the Indians...... Grave!"

"Graves of the Indians?!"

Jacob looked at the shed and repeated.

"Yes, the chief's grave!" said Eve, softly, "when the tribal chieftain died, they peeled off the chief's skin, oiled it and dried it. The flesh was scraped off, the bones were wrapped in leather, and finally the chief's original skin was wrapped...... When this is done, the chief will still be the same as when he was alive. Then put it on this wooden hut and spread a few bison skins so that the chief could continue to guard the tribe......"

The more Eve spoke, the more panicked she became, and Sophie trembled as she listened. Jacob doesn't care, no matter what kind of god he is, as long as he dares to be unfavorable to him, then Jacob will definitely want him to die without a place to be buried!

"Alright, Eve, don't say it. There are no ghosts in this world! Even if there are ghosts, it doesn't matter, everything is with me! Let's camp here!"

Arrange horses, pitch tents, find firewood, fetch water...... By the time everything was done, it was completely dark.

Stars filled the sky, a bonfire rose brightly, and the crackling flames illuminated the dark wilderness and warmed the three people sitting around the campfire. The iron pot on the campfire cooed, and the rich aroma of stewed meat wafted away, making the stomachs of the three of them growl after a day of hunger.

"Sophie, give!"

Jacob served the stew to Sophie and handed over a piece of toasted bread.

Over there, Eve had already unceremoniously picked up the stew and began to eat it boldly. I don't look like a girl.

"Sophie, can you tell me your story, what the hell is going on with Anthony Wade, the Hand of Death?"

Collect information before you start and collect detailed information about your opponents. This is Jacob's habit.