A hot summer day.

In a tavern on the moor, there were no customers.

A bearded man, wearing a felt hat, his shirt loosely untied to reveal his thick chest hair.

"$100!" The man yelled behind the counter!

"No, $50!" Standing behind the counter was a gentleman with half a cocktail in his hand, speaking nonchalantly.

"Damn it! You're a black-hearted dog! When I came over last month, it was still $100! ”

"Last month was last month, and now, it's $50!" The gentleman said nonchalantly.

The bearded man cursed through gritted teeth, and reached his hand to the gun at his waist, the black hair on his chest fell together, and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

His move was seen by the gentleman behind the counter.

The gentleman shook the cocktail in his glass, not panicking at all. This is his territory, and at least three fast gunners are protecting him. He was sure that at least three bullets would kill the rude cowboy in front of him while he pulled out his gun.

"Don't you have to obey federal decrees?" The cowboy relented and placed his hands flat on the counter, indicating that he had no intention of provoking a conflict. He is a good law-abiding citizen.

"Huh!" The gentleman behind the counter smiled, "This is Texas!" Lao Tzu is here so that he doesn't have to obey the federal bullshit decrees! ”

The cowboy cursed through gritted teeth. Reluctantly, he said, "I'll go to other places to see, and the Prophet's Town will definitely give me a good price!" ”

"Wherever you go!" The gentleman behind the counter said, "Whole Laredo, you can't possibly find a fairer price than mine!" ”

"Phew!" The cowboy cursed, grabbed the horsewhip that was placed on the counter, and walked out the door in hatred.

Before leaving, he kicked the door.

This bunch of damned Mexicans!

Apparently the federal decree is that an Indian's scalp can be exchanged for 100 dollars.

was exploited by these second-class dealers, and half of it was cut off for nothing!

That's not going to work!

No one can take away my sacred private property!

……

Hunger!

Tired!

Wang Yaozu's hands were tied behind his back, and he could feel his wrists oozing blood.

In front and behind are people who are tied up like him.

One after the other, they were tied with ropes behind their backs, and they were connected in a string, and they moved forward involuntarily.

The sun above his head was like a furnace, scorching Wang Yaozu's dizziness. Several times I felt that the world was spinning, and I almost fell headlong.

No way!

If you continue like this, if you can't wait for sunset, you will definitely die!

It's not a dream!

I'm definitely not in a dream!

Damn, even if it's a dream, you have to find a way to live first!

Damn it!

This damn crossing!

What's wrong to dress, but to cross over to an Indian!?

Or an Indian who was caught by a cowboy and about to be scalped?

Not to mention the imminent crisis of life and death, even if you have escaped this experience, you don't know how many calamities are waiting for you in the future!

I don't know exactly what year it was, but judging by the musket on the cowboy in front of him, it's at least the 19th century!

Maybe the guy with Daddy's little axe to chop a cherry tree has already built a country!

Native American?

It's not going to be a head!

Even if it is to cross into a black uncle, picking cotton in the cotton field for a lifetime, and planting bananas in the banana orchard for a lifetime...... No matter how good it is to be better than the Indians!

At this moment, the cowboy sitting on horseback in front of him stopped, holding the water bag high in his hand, and leaned his neck to the mouth of the water bag, waiting for a long time without a drop of water falling.

Frustrated, the cowboy throws the hydration bag back on the horse's back.

Apparently, he also ran out of water!

Wang Yaozu quickened his pace a little and approached the prime-aged Indian in front of him.

They are from the same tribe.

"Bison, do you know where we're going?"

"I don't know." The man in front of me said.

"If we continue like this, we will definitely die!"

"Hmm."

Wang Yaozu waited for a while, not waiting for the man to answer more. Then he whispered, "I have a way to untie your rope, and in a while, when the white man is resting, let's find an opportunity to kill him!" ”

"Huh?" This middle-aged man named Bison was shocked and looked at Wang Yaozu in surprise.

"Don't stop! Don't make a sound! Don't look at me! Wang Yaozu hurriedly whispered. You pretend you don't know anything! ”

In order not to arouse the suspicion of the cowboy in front of him, Wang Yaozu slowed down again and distanced himself from the bison.

The team moved on.

After a while, an oak tree appeared in front of me.

The cowboy dismounted and went to rest under the oak tree.

Even the captives in a row stopped and sat down on the grass.

Wang Yaozu moved his buttocks and approached the bison, "How is it?" ”

"If you can untie the ropes, why don't we just run away?" Bison asked in a low voice.

"This is an endless grassland, that white man has horses and guns, we can't escape at all!" Wang Yaozu said.

"But it's too dangerous!" Bison said.

"I can't help it! Instead of being chased and killed by him on the way to escape, let's find an opportunity to join forces to kill him! ”

"Is there a real chance?"

"How do you know if you don't try!" Wang Yaozu said.

He took his hand from behind his back and untied the rope behind the bison.

His wrist had been bleeding because after he crossed over and realized his situation, he found an opportunity to pick up a small stone chip that was not sharp, and kept grinding the rope.

"You...... Can it really be unraveled? The buffalo was taken aback.

"Shh Wang Yaozu told him again, don't be quiet!

The weeds were deep in the prairie, and the bunch of Indians, who had been tied up in bunches, lay down on the ground after the cowboy had stopped to rest.

So the cowboy didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Wang Yaozu deliberately glanced at the old Indian man behind him, who seemed to have lost interest in all this, and only stared at the sky with empty eyes.

"It's going to be dark in a while......," Wang Yaozu said in a low voice.

His heart was pounding, and he was nervous.

But before he could finish his sentence, he heard a voice coming from a distance.

"Hey, Mike! Looks like you've got a good harvest! ”

Wang Yaozu followed the prestige, and saw a white man riding a horse out of the grass not far away, and he only glanced this way, and then walked under the oak tree.

"Joey, how did you get here?" The cowboy resting under the oak tree stood up.

"Haha, I'm almost killing all the bison here!" The white man named Joey untied a water bag from his horse: "I'm so glad to see you alive!" ”

……

Wang Yaozu and the Indian named Bison looked at each other.

If there was only one cowboy before, it would be fine.

There are two of them this time, how to do it?

The problem is that both of them have now untied the ropes on their hands, and if they are discovered, they will be dead.

Silently, the buffalo picked up the rope from the ground and retied himself with his backhand.

Wang Yaozu thought about it, and had no choice but to concoct it in the same way, but he pinched the rope buckle in his hand.

"Wait until it gets dark, we'll have a chance!"

Wang Yaozu said softly.