"Are you crazy? Where do I have the money to lend you? "The beaver felt like it had been burned by fire, and its whole body bounced out of the haystack.

"Alas, beaver!" The turtledove sighed, and he was about to say something heart-wrenching to the beaver.

I didn't plan to tell anyone about this matter, and I was forced to do nothing! I'm sorry for my chief, I'm sorry for my tribe! The turtledove knelt down toward the north, choked and kowtowed.

The beaver was a little confused, not knowing what was wrong with the turtledove.

The turtledove cried for a while before continuing his story.

The tribe has buried a treasure in the mountains of Madre, saying that it must not be taken out unless it is absolutely necessary. However, who would have thought that the tribe would suddenly be raided by the whites, and even the chief would die. I was lucky enough to survive, but it was time for the mountains to run out. I have no choice but to get that treasure out—"

"Where?" Beaver asked worriedly.

"—I'm sorry for the chief, I'm sorry for the tribe!" The turtledove lowered her voice and cried so loudly that her voice seemed to be hoarse.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be sad!" The beaver hurriedly comforted him: "It is not easy for us Indians to live...... They will understand! ”

The treasure was not too much, only a chest of golden sands, and a box of Spaniards' silver coins. I want to get him out there, beaver, can you help me? ”

The beaver clenched his fists, "Help! Definitely help! The Indians should help the Indians! Beaver said without hesitation.

"Lend me some money, beaver!" The turtledove said, "Give me a little money for the journey, and when I come up with the treasure, I'll give you half of it!" ”

The beaver hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why the travel fee?" Walk without cost? ”

The turtledove gritted his teeth, burst into tears, and said, "I need to buy a horse, and I need to buy a gun!" Now that everyone is looking for me out there, I'm at least ...... You have to live to bring the treasure out, right? ”

"Hmm!" The beaver thinks there is nothing wrong with this. "But even if I give you money, where are you going to buy a gun? You're a yellow-skinned one, and no, even if you're disguised as dark-skinned, you can't buy a gun. No one will sell you a gun? ”

"I don't know." Turtledove sighed.

The beaver thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, I'll figure it out for you!" ”

He wanted to continue to ask where the treasure was, but he swallowed it back when the words came to his lips.

God says that when you help others, don't ask for something in return.

Otherwise, it will be a little embarrassing to rob.

……

The beaver told the turtle dove to hide in his haystack and not to run around.

Then he walked out of his house.

As soon as he went out, he pulled out his legs and ran wildly towards the militia camp.

"Sergeant Scott! Sergeant Scott! ”

He was still far away from the barracks, and he began to shout.

He thought about it just now, and felt that he couldn't eat such a treasure. Sergeant Scott asked him to hand him at least 100 pesos for the last 5 days of the month, how could he possibly do it?

However, if this treasure is offered, maybe Sergeant Scott will not pursue it.

Call!

A knight emerged from the early morning mist and whipped him without saying a word.

"What's the mess? Disturb the barracks, Lao Tzu will make you unable to see the sun today! ”

Sergeant Scott was on horseback with a felt hat and was furious.

Last night, the sergeant worked all night with his people, and he didn't even see the shadow of a turtledove. Although his source of information is not limited to the beaver in front of him, he still feels that it is the beaver's fault!

"Sergeant Scott—"

The beaver was whipped and rolled on the ground in pain.

No, if you give this treasure, it will be a hammer deal.

What about next month?

Maybe next month, Sergeant Scott will ask him to turn in more than this month, and what will happen then?

"That turtledove isn't on Greenstone at all, you dare to lie to me?" Sergeant Scott on horseback gave him another whip on his head.

This whip completely extinguished the beaver's desire to offer treasure.

The beaver rolled on the ground for a while, and when he saw that he had not been whipped any more, he stood up pitifully and said, "Sergeant Scott, there is a caravan passing through the intersection, and they want to replenish some guns and ammunition. ”

The beaver is a petty trader who resells supplies everywhere.

Although his most business consisted of buying furs and berries from the poor Indians, he occasionally did 'big business' with white immigrants.

This kind of business is illegal, and to be caught is to die.

But it fits well with his Indian identity.

"Get out!" Sergeant Scott was furious: "Lao Tzu's own bullets are not enough, where can I sell them more?" ”

"They want the Springfield 1812 gun that is eliminated in the army, and they are willing to pay 50 dollars!" The beaver said quickly.

Sergeant Scott on horseback froze.

The price for a gun from a federal quartermaster is about $5.

Even if it was sold to the Indians, it was only $40.

But now, there are still people willing to pay $50 for a gun?

And a Springfield 1812 vintage gun?

Scott looked at the beaver suspiciously, incredulous.

The beaver shuddered and pulled a stack of bills out of his pocket and handed it to Sergeant Scott on horseback. "They...... Gave a $25 deposit! ”

Scott's eyes lit up, and he took the handful of dirty, crumpled bills mixed with a few cents, and counted them one by one.

"How many guns do they want?" Sergeant Scott asked.

It is illegal to sell firearms in the military.

But at $50, who the cares if it's illegal or not?

"One, but I want 20 rounds." Beaver said.

"What a bunch of poor ghosts!" Sergeant Scott scolded.

This group of immigrants from the east can't get along there, so they want to try their luck in the west.

Truth be told, their net worth is not much better than that of the Indians.

Along the way, you will also have to face attacks from Indian tribes and a group of cowboys who will not even want their lives for money.

It is unrealistic to expect them to buy more than a dozen guns.

"Okay!" Sergeant Scott was pleased with the deal. Since the other party only needs a gun, he doesn't bother to go to the intersection in person.

He untied his gun and threw it to the beaver, as well as the cartridge belt from his own body, and threw it to him.

"You give them this gun and give them another $10!" Sergeant Scott said.

It's not once or twice that he has done this kind of business, and he is still very relieved about the beaver in front of him.

In front of the beaver, there were seven or eight other Indians named 'beavers', all of whom he had killed.

The one in front of him is of high quality and low price, and I hope he can use it for a long time.