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 here 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 put his hands flat on the counter, indicating that he had no intention of provoking a conflict and that he was a good law-abiding citizen.

"Huh!" The gentleman behind the counter smiled, "This is Texas!" That's why I didn't have to obey the federal bullshit decrees, so I came here!"

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

"Wherever you go!" The gentleman behind the counter said, "All 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.

These damn Texans, the federal decree is that $1 = 1.5 grams of gold, but now, he has a 150-gram gold coin, but he can only exchange it for $50 here!

Instigated by the Indians and the French, they became more and more mercenary and lawless!

The bearded man propped up his felt hat to block out the harsh midday sun.

Outside the door, his attendant saw him come out and quickly led the horse over.

"Where are we going next, General?"

"To the north - remember, Cassel, don't call me General again, north is the territory of the Indians, and if we accidentally catch them, they will roast and eat!"

"Good General—Mr. Robert! But if the north side is so dangerous, why should we go anywhere?"

"Because," Robert rolled over his horse and muttered something that only he could hear, "America is finished."

[At present, it is the most complete and best app for listening to books, integrating 4 major speech synthesis engines, over 100 kinds of timbres, and it supports offline reading

The distant mountains, the winding rivers, the lush forests...... Now they're all gone!"

"The scenery of the West has changed!" "I remember that there were many adventurers in the west at that time, who lit bonfires at night and landed on the endless steppes like stars in the night sky. The old Indians played the wooden flute, and their women were as soft as water snakes, dancing tirelessly around the campfire......

"The people at that time were so simple!"

"Yes, for only one peso, the Indians will invite us to stay in their tents, and the beautiful Indian girls love warriors who come from far and wide, and many of them are willing to give their youngest love......

"10 acres of land only costs $1......"

"But now all the land is the tyrant's property!"

"Iron pots, cotton cloths, and guns are their favorite things, and anyone who is willing to come here will get endless riches, and even pick up gold directly in the river valley......

"There will never be another opportunity like this!"

"It's all the Indians' fault!"

Robert and his retinue stood on the edge of a high cliff, reminiscing about the beautiful West of the past—not just bison, campfires, and dogheads, but the watery days they had had.

……

Ever since Robert Lee did nothing in the Jubal Anderson-Earley mutiny, he has been alienated by Davis.

The war began shortly after, and the idle Robert Lee chose to self-exile, leaving Richmond with a few servants, crossing the Mississippi River westward, into Texas, and then turning north, into the territory of America.

Ten years ago, he was a second lieutenant here, and this is a return to the old place.

It's just that the west is no longer the west in his impression.

"Look, what's that?" Cassel asked, suddenly pointing to a huge puff of smoke in the valley.

Robert Lee looked over, and at first he thought it was a landslide or a herd of bison, but it took him a few seconds to react.

"That's an army, Cassel!"

"The army? Are the Indians training here in secret?" Cassel asked.

Robert Lee was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's go, Cassel, it's none of our business! We're just adventurers now, not soldiers anymore......

……

They quickly descended the mountain and burrowed into the dense jungle.

Robert Lee himself couldn't tell what his purpose was, and he wanted to wander aimlessly like he had been with so many other adventurers more than ten years ago...... Everything in front of them was once their hunting ground.

An Indian scalp had been dried on the rock, an Indian intestine had been hung on the branch, a cross had been erected to crucify a stubborn Indian captive, and there was a meadow overgrown with lilies by the brook, on which the bodies of more than a dozen Indian maidens had been piled up......

They recited Shakespeare's poems aloud around the campfire, proud of their contribution to the new world to be opened, and both Spaniards and Scots left their memories of the passionate years and joy here.

But now everything has changed.

America lost that land forever.

The golden leaves spread all over his heart, and he is no longer a young man!