I haven't seen it for a year, and the beaver looks like a long, shrunken eggplant.

The carving knives of the years carved so his face that he felt as if he had aged more than ten years all at once.

It's just that the sly gaze in his eyes is still the same as the turtledove saw him for the first time.

"Turtledove, you took our things, you have to give money!" This sentence, when I heard it in the ears of the turtledove, was the first time he asked: "Turtledove, do you want to join the rebels?" "Same.

The answer can be simple or not.

"Give money?" Turtledove asked rhetorically.

The beaver shook his head, dismounted from his horse, and lifted the terrified Sergeant Scott onto his horse.

Scott shook off the beaver's hand in disgust, and although he rode on horseback, he still dared to drop only half of his buttocks, and explained to the turtledove in a strange posture: "Turtledove, he is a slave, no matter what he says, he can't represent my thoughts......"

"I know! I know! Ikaruga smiled at Scott and said, "I can tell at a glance that he's an old liar!" Let me hear what he has to say, and what might he be able to help you? ”

"Turtledove, don't listen to him!" Scott said.

……

"Turtledove, can you take a step to speak?" Beaver asked.

Turtledove smiled and motioned for Giant Tough to give him a horse.

He rode his horse a little farther away.

Stopped at a distance where everyone could see and not be heard as long as they didn't shout.

The weeds were deep after the heavy rain, and the turtledove bent down a little and pulled up a Timothy grass.

This weed is similar to the dog's tail grass, and they may have been of the same origin tens of thousands of years ago, but the place left on the other side of the Pacific Ocean became the dog's tail grass, and it became this grass when it came here.

The choice of natural selection, who can say clearly.

The beaver soon followed.

"Turtledove, I haven't seen you for a year, and you've grown stronger." Beaver said.

"Beaver, you're getting older." Turtledove said.

"Well, being a slave, you always get old faster!" The beaver laughed at himself, and then immediately asked, "Turtledove, why are you here?" Why didn't you go to save Victorio? ”

The turtledove pinched the stalk of Timothy's grass in his hand, and his two fingers staggered, causing the tip of the grass to spin like a ballet of a Rose dancer.

"Didn't Roczen tell you?" Beaver asked.

The turtledove looked down at the grass tail dancing in its hand.

"Is it because the rebels don't have enough leverage? Or is it that Lotzen's beauty can't tempt you? Beaver asked.

The turtledove still didn't speak.

"Do you remember what you said to me when we first met? You say, as long as we Indians can unite, we can be like white people, everyone has a house to live in, clothes to wear, and a hot cup of coffee, and the children of Indians can go to school like white people......"

The beaver chattered, and the turtledove bowed its head and was silent.

"Turtledove! Now, only you can save Victorio! I beg you, turtledove! You shouldn't be here, you should save Victorio! Go save the rebels! He is the hope of your Indians! It's your wife Lotzen's brother! ”

……

The more the beaver spoke, the more excited he became, and his mournful tone matched his gestures, as if he were arguing with the turtledove.

This made the giant hard in the distance very unhappy, and he was about to hit the horse, but was stopped by fifteen dollars.

The huge hard, who was suffocated, took a fancy to Sergeant Scott, and Sergeant Scott hurriedly rolled off his horse and hid behind the horse's butt.

"Sir, that's just my slave, slave! You can fight if you want, kill if you want, it has nothing to do with me! ”

……

"Beaver, are you done?" Turtledove asked.

This time, it was the beaver's turn to not speak. He just looked at the turtledove in amazement.

"I love the surprise you gave me." "I will be kind to her," said the turtledove, "and will give her a stable life, and she will no longer wander as before, in the mountains and forests, and in the white man's tavern, and welcome everyone with all her heart." ”

The beaver's cheek twitched. "Turtledove, that's not what I want. Loczen gave it to you, she's yours! Turtledove, you can lie to me about other things, I don't care at all. However, in this matter, you must not ...... Don't lie to me! Go save Victorio, okay? ”

"Roczen told me everything!" "I know that she is the sister of Victorio, and I know that you are the last priest of the tribe of Chihunt. I know the rebels are besieged on all sides, and I know that Victorio is now cornered—"

"Then why are you still here?" The beaver lowered his voice, leaned towards the turtledove on horseback, and asked through gritted teeth, "You should go and save him!" You should be by his side with your army, not here! Go save him! Go now! ”

Turtledove shook his head.

"You...... You greedy for life and afraid of death! Mean and shameless bastards! Is it true that all the words you keep saying for the Indians are farts? The beaver scolded without hesitation.

The turtledove suddenly glanced coldly at the beaver.

The beaver's red eyes glared back, unyielding.

"Beaver, ......!" The turtledove's voice became as soft as the warm breeze that was slightly drunk at this time, "Victorio is hopeless!" His best fate is to die a glorious death! His only point now is to smear his own blood on the banner of the rebels, so that more Indians can see it. Other than that, there is no point anymore! ”

"Turtledove! What a brazen person it must be to say such a thing! The beaver looked at the turtledove in disappointment, shook his head, and shook his head again, with a sad and indignant expression.

The horses below him seemed to sense his disappointment and took two steps back unconsciously.

The turtledove's hand was raised, trying to redeem the beaver's disappointment, but it fell back halfway through.

"Beaver, if that's what you think, then I can't help it. Your Victorio ......! ”

Turtledove suddenly laughed again: "-I like the surprise you gave me. You're not going to let me give you back the gifts, are you? ”

The joke was slightly sinister, and the beaver's eyes were like knives, staring fiercely at the turtledove.

"It's me who was so naïve! It's me who was so naïve! The beaver didn't care about the 'gift' at all, but said in despair: "I should have thought that you are such a person!" In your heart, there is only your own interests, and the so-called unity of the Indians is only a means for you to gain benefits for yourself! I was naïve...... From the first time I saw you, I knew you were a rampant robber, a ruthless villain, a despicable hypocrite...... But I still hope you're a good person......"

The smile on the turtledove's face didn't change in the slightest.

He just watched as the beaver slowly retreated, disappointed.

No further retention was made.

"You're right, beaver!" Turtledove said, "I'm just a villain! Hypocrite! Bastard! And the robbers! I'm not going to save Victorio! I won't let Roczen go back! The life and death of the rebels ...... to me."

The turtledove finally didn't spit out the last two words. But the beaver has gone far.

The beaver is heading west, riding alone and with his bare hands.

……

The turtledove returned to Sergeant Scott's side.

"Sergeant Scott!"

"Hey! Turtle dove! ”

"That slave of yours has a point," said Turtledove, "and I should give you money to make our cooperation last longer!" ”

"No, no, no! Turtledove, no money! No money! ”

"I'm a robber, but I'm a reasonable robber!" Turtledove said. "But I'm going to have to wait a little longer! I'll give you money tomorrow, do you think it's okay? ”

"No, no, no, turtledove, no! Not really! I willingly gave it to you......" Scott said hurriedly. "I swear, I willingly!"

Beaver, the old man, persuaded Turtledove to give Scott money at the beginning, but after knowing that Turtledove would not go to Victorio's rescue, he never brought up the topic again.