Red Cloud stepped on the muddy hillside, step by step, towards the hut.

His mood was erratic.

Suddenly, it seems that when he was a child, he ran away from home, and then returned after wandering out his money, walking on the way home, his mood was always up and down, and he was worried. I'm afraid to see that person, but I'm afraid I can't see that person.

Suddenly, it was like going to look at the statues of gods in the deep mountains and old forests whose origins no one could tell, they had gone through an unknown number of years, and their bodies were covered with moss. Obviously it was useless, but he still made an effort and stared at him fiercely.

His steps are sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

But no matter how far the journey is, there is a time when it is finished.

When he stood in front of the hut and saw the body covered in mud and covered with colorful feathers on the plank under the eaves, he couldn't help but rush up at once.

He hugged the clay figure tightly, his lips raining down on it.

"Father...... I am back! ”

When the teenager ran away from home for only half a year, it was shorter than all the previous time.

He hadn't spent all the money on his body, the knife on his waist when he left home had fallen into the rivers and lakes and he hadn't found it, and the injuries left by the beatings on his body that could never be seen by his father had not been healed......

But no one cares about these things anymore.

From now on, no one will care.

……

Time flows like flowing water, hurrying past the foothills of Mount Braque.

When the first feathers of goose feathers and snow fell from the sky, the first linen was finally produced on a loom by the Yellowstone River.

It's the last day of the month, and some people have been working for a month and it's time to rest.

Their greatest pleasure is to invite their partners and walk around White Rock City in twos and threes.

The steel mills are not new, and the textile mills are what they like to see the most.

"This kind of cloth feels warm just to the touch!"

"The colors are beautiful, too!"

"I have all the cloth tickets, so I'm waiting to cut two feet of cloth for my little cub and make a warm and warm dress."

At the shouts of the workers, people lined up in long lines and took turns passing by the looms, and there was a lot of talk in their mouths.

When they came out of the textile factory, they found that the crowd in front of them had gone in the direction of the city gate.

White Rock City is like this, there is always something new coming out every day, and if you really want to see something strange, you can't get enough of it.

In the summer, the strangest thing in White Rock was the two-ton grenade, but now, the square is full of all sorts of whimsical things, such as winged carriages, muskets with gunpowder stuffed from their butts, and large teapots that have been blown apart......

If you really want to know what happened in White Rock City, you only need to look at the wreckage in this square.

"Let's go, let's go!" The man in front suddenly ran.

"What's wrong?" The person in the back asked.

"It's a red cloud! Red clouds are coming! The man in front shouted.

The name was like a suction pump, and the crowd surged in the direction of the city gate.

The gates of the city were already crowded with people, and the later ones could not be crowded.

So they had to stand on tiptoe, stretch their necks, and jump up from time to time, hoping to see the scene in front of the crowd.

But this crowd is crowded, where can you see clearly.

But they didn't want to leave, as if they were standing with Hongyun as long as they were gathered here.

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't know, don't make any noise!"

Although everyone was telling others not to make noise, the buzzing sound was like a tide, and no one could hear what was being said in front of them.

After I don't know how long, suddenly there was an earth-shattering shout from the front.

The people behind didn't know what to do at first, but as their eyes fell on the city gate, their expressions and movements were the same—first startled, and then they all raised their arms and shouted!

I saw a tall man on the city wall, dressed in snow-white clothes and wearing a long blood-red cloak.

The wind from above blew his blood-red cloak long and long like a rolling red flag.

He wore a crest of crimson feathers on the top of his head, one of which was particularly long, and from the bottom of the city, it looked like an iron sword, piercing into the dark clouds of the sky.

The snow was falling heavily, but the red figure was getting brighter and brighter under the deep sky.

This is the Red Cloud!

……

He stood on the high wall, his hands caressing the cold battlements, and it felt as hard as his father's body.

In order to stuff the cold and hard old man into the coffin, Hongyun had to break his shoulders and twist his legs.

When he was a child, his father always liked to say to him harshly: "Hongyun, if you don't obey again, I'll break your legs!" ”

As a result, Hongyun collected the funeral for him with tears in his eyes, and said, "Oglala, you see, it is you who are disobedient......"

This bad old man, who has been stubborn all his life, died without dignity.

He sat in the aisle of the Colosseum of Fort Laramie, trampled into mud by the crowd.

When his body was cleared, he was still clutching a broken begging bowl in his hand.

An Indian spotted him, 'Isn't this Oglala?' ’

So the Indian returned his body.

Red Cloud had seen all kinds of corpses before, and under his fists, he had also made all kinds of corpses.

In all fairness, he felt that even Oglala, the most outstanding warrior of the Great Plains, was no different from an ordinary person after his death.

All people's bodies are the same, cold, hard, and smelly.

All people are equal.

……

"Red Cloud, do you see that? You are their hero! The beaver leaned on crutches, hiding in the leeward of the corner, said.

Hongyun didn't seem to hear his voice, just stared blankly at the sky.

Oglala's soul was drifting away, and with the icy wind, it was moving farther and farther away, and soon even the red cloud could not be felt.

Time is a river that washes everything away, and no matter how many heart-wrenching stories happen on this great plain, they will eventually be forgotten and nothing will be left.

"Red Cloud, let's go!" Beaver said, "Fort Laramie has been cleaned up, and you're waiting there—"

At this moment, the red clouds shouted towards the mighty clouds in the sky, the vast snow in the four fields, and the bustling crowd!

It was like a thunderclap on the ground, shattering the clouds, stopping the snow, and calming the crowd.

……

Outside the crowd, a black boy with an iron pickaxe asked his sweaty father curiously. "Dad, what is he talking about?"

"He's saying—", the big black man slammed the pickaxe in his hand to the ground, and said, "All people, all are equal!" ”

"Daddy?"

"Hmm."

"Are we equal too?"

(End of volume)

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