After leaving El Paso, the desert Gobi around the highway begins to transition to plains, passing by Sonora, a small city less than 200 miles from San Antonio, surrounded by endless green plains and vast forests.

The cowboys wore cowboy hats with high tops and wide brimming, and some wore cloaks to protect them from the wind and sun, and rode horses to drive the cattle through the pastures, making a loud whistle from time to time, and many sheepdogs, fluttering their little short legs, galloping and jumping around the herd, diligently helping their owners with their work.

Jack quickly sensed the warmth of the Texans, and while he stopped to refuel at a gas station in Sonora, a hot hostess stood next to his car with her little waist twisted around her waist, she was wearing little denim shorts and a small knotted shirt tied to her upper body that couldn't hide anything.

"Hey, handsome guy, your car looks quite gas-guzzling, don't you mind taking me for a ride?"

Greeting at the pair of peaks that were about to emerge, Jack learned from the cowboy here, pinched the cowboy hat on his head, and said apologetically, "Not today, my girl is waiting for me in front." ”

Hannah's plane landed at 5 o'clock, and now it was less than three hours, so how dare he delay it.

Unexpectedly, shortly after Jack got back on the road, several heavy Harleys caught up with his Firebird, and the waitress sat in the back seat of one of them, hugging a 'motorcycle enthusiast' with all the bells and whistles all over her body, and arrogantly giving him a middle finger.

Then the guys provocatively played snake in front of the Firebird Car, accompanied by a strange scream and whistle.

Looking at these 'motorcycle enthusiasts' who don't know whether to live or die, Jack sighed helplessly, he was really in a hurry.

He poked his head out of the window and tapped the door to warn the bunch of goods: "Hey, guys, be careful, it's going to get a little windy." ”

As he spoke, he observed the road conditions, and there were very few vehicles on this road, so he could make small waves.

Closing all the windows, Jack tapped the brakes, slowed down to avoid them, changed lanes, then increased the gas pedal, stepped on the clutch shift, and then stepped on the accelerator, raising the speed to 130 mph in less than three seconds.

This may be the first time since the birth of this firebird to drive at this speed, and before the guys could react, they only felt a black shadow flash around them, and disappeared in an instant.

Playing these old American 'motorcycle enthusiasts', Jack slowed down his car back to 80 miles per hour, he didn't want to provoke the highway patrol here, Texas is one of the most independent states in the beautiful country, and there are many places along the way where only the Lone Star flag is hung and the Star and Stripes are not hung up.

Even if he has an FBI certificate in the future, it may not be easy to use here, and he may be specifically targeted.

The plan still couldn't catch up with the change, and Hannah was already waiting for Jack to get to the airport, 10 kilometers north of downtown San Antonio, because he was stuck in the evening rush hour on the road close to the city.

When the chick returned to Texas, she changed into a cowgirl dress, and when she saw him, she jumped up directly with a cheer, and hugged the chick for half a circle before Jack put her down.

"OK, back here is a horse for you to ride, my cowboy, what's your next arrangement?"

"Rushed to Austin for dinner and back to my family's farm in the evening, Uncle and Aunt Thiago were ready to welcome us."

After a series of misadventures that year, Zoe's parents helped Hannah sell the 50-year ranch they owned to keep a small farm of 500 acres (about 2 square kilometers), and set up a trust fund with more than 1,000 W of knife music they had obtained.

Hannah's Uncle and Aunt Thiago are an elderly Mexican-American couple who have been guarding the small farm since Hannah left Texas for LA to live.

So in essence, Hannah is a little rich woman and small landowner, and the pasture of nearly 3,000 acres still belongs to her in name.

Less than an hour later, Jack's Firebird stopped in front of a restaurant in Austin called 'Two Winds'.

"Are you sure this is a restaurant and not a strip club?"

As the name suggests, the waitress at the door was dressed in a bikini, or the same outfit as Jack had met him at the gas station before, and she was hot and staring at the trembling wind as she greeted the guests at the door.

Maybe it's something Friday, and under the shiny neon lights hang banners with sexy photos of several beautiful hostesses, what seems to be a beauty pageant.

The parking lot in front of the restaurant was packed, and almost half of the space was occupied by dozens of heavy Harley-Davidson motorcycles.

Jack had no choice but to park the firebird in the parking lot of a nearby mall.

"It's the equivalent of our Texas owl restaurant, but it's crazier and more fun than that."

Hannah was so excited that she pulled Jack forward to buy a ticket to enter the arena.

"Okay, I know the Owl Restaurant, but why do we have to buy tickets for dinner here?"

Hannah pointed to the large banners with pretty girls on them, "Because there's a Miss Two Winds contest every year, and recently it's the preliminary round, and the winners of the regional branches will go to Arlington for the grand final." ”

"When I was a kid, my dad took me here when it first opened, and one day, I told my mom that I wanted to be a 'Miss Two Winds,' and my dad was chased by mommy with a shotgun and fled to Walker's ranch."

Well, looking at the various 'peaks' that start from E, to F, G and even more exaggerated models, Jack silently praised the old man in heaven in his heart.

Rather than a restaurant, 'Twin Winds' is more akin to a sports bar, with a small variety of food, including several fruit pies, steaks of all tastes, fries and burgers, and a wide variety of cold beers.

The restaurant is large and has several bars, and there are many large LCD TVs hanging on the bar and the walls on both sides, showing various sports programs.

It's just past 7 p.m., and the sun hasn't completely set, but the restaurant is already bustling with activity, except for a large number of 'motorcycle enthusiasts' wearing denim vests full of holes and tattooed flower arms, there are also many citizens in ordinary clothes.

There are even many parents with children, which shows that the folk customs of Texas are indeed not ordinary 'simple'.

After ordering a Tomahawk steak, fries, and two bottles of Ice Budweiser, Jack looked around and was surprised to find that the fierce-looking 'motorcycle enthusiasts' were unexpectedly safe.

Except for a slightly louder voice and some noise, there was not even a single smoker, many people looked at a thick cigar in their mouths, but there was not even a spark on it, and there was no wanton harassment of the hostess and the use of hands and feet as he imagined.

(End of chapter)