When the dawn began to appear in the sky, the three people finally found the destination of their trip. A cabin in the right location. If you are not careful, night is actually the most convenient time to find someone in the wilderness. ——In order to prevent attacks from wild animals, experienced people usually light bonfires or keep lights in a small area at night. These lights are usually difficult to detect during the day, but at night they are more eye-catching than the stars in the sky and can be noticed from a long distance as long as the position is right. The three of them quietly dispersed their formation. Reverend Harker went up the valley with his telescope, acting as an observation post and a grenadier when necessary. Wayne led Little Chestnut Hat to a closer part of the valley and placed the horse about ten meters away from the cabin, making sure that if he encountered any unexpected situation, he could call it over with a whistle; Inissa kept her distance from Wayne and acted as a sniper with a gun behind him. After seeing two flashes of light on the ridge, Wayne slowed down his pace and continued to move closer to the cabin.
Close your eyes and scout with minimalist vision. The camera first wandered around the cabin, and there was no one nearby. I found a hole and crawled in. The predecessor of the cabin seemed to be a temporary residence built by shepherds, and there were not many things inside. There was a bonfire in the middle of the wooden house, and next to it was a simple wooden frame made of three thick branches, with a cooking pot hanging on it. There was a lot of hay piled against the wall inside the house, which seemed to be used for sitting or lying down. Other than that, there are only some small odds and ends. There were two people in the room at this time. A man was sitting against the wall, in a blind spot at the entrance, with a double-barreled shotgun next to him. The other person was lying on a haystack in the corner of the room, sleeping soundly, with only a snot bubble on his nose. Judging from her clothes, she was a well-rounded lady with a revolver at hand. |_) This number doesn't match... And the style of painting doesn’t feel right. In Wayne's stereotypical impression, a gang gathering should at least be a few people gathering together to drink and play cards. With feet on the chair, hands on raised knees, cigarette in mouth, wine on the table, the conversation was full of C language starting with F, and the atmosphere was lively and noisy. Wayne thought about it, took off his police badge, poured water and smeared mud on his face. Then he put the lever-action rifle on his back, his hand on the butt of his revolver, and walked to the front of the cabin. “Squeak—ah—” The wooden door creaked open.
Wayne closed his eyes slightly, and after making sure that the two people inside did not pull out their guns immediately, he looked into the cabin. The man sitting against the wall was dozing with his head down. He looked gentle and polite, and seemed unaware of Wayne's arrival. On the haystack on the other side of the house, lay an elegant lady. The blonde girl had a bright face and long eyelashes like a fan. At this moment, she was lying on the haystack, her body slightly bent and her knees slightly bent. Her slender hands were clasped and slightly closed, resting under her cheeks. Her exaggerated chest muscles rose and fell slowly with her even and gentle breathing, looking sweet and delicate. (⊙_⊙) ...Your sleeping position just now was not like this. "Cough cough." Wayne coughed twice while standing at the door. The blonde girl slowly opened her blue eyes as deep as a lake, and then, as if frightened, she sat up on the haystack by holding onto the "bed". His legs were bent together at his sides, and his hands were folded over his chest, like a frightened deer. Although the scene was beautiful and the acting was very vivid, but when I thought about her sleeping posture just now... Master, please take back your magical powers soon. What a pair of thieves. Wayne remained polite and just nodded to her, while turning his head to continue looking at the blind spot of the door. The man sitting against the wall had stood up. He looked polite, and after meeting Wayne's eyes, he nodded slightly in greeting. "Hmm..." Wayne thought for a moment and decided to get straight to the point. "You guys also received the news and came here?" The well-mannered man nodded in confirmation. "Yes, Blackrock Town, bank." The man stretched out his hand. "You too, sir?" "Of course, one hundred thousand dollars," Wayne said. The two hands were clasped together, and both sides smiled in tacit understanding. Wayne walked to the campfire, which was already a little weak, rubbed his hands, pretended to warm himself by the fire, and asked casually: "I heard that several of our companions have already arrived. Where are they?" The well-mannered man also sat down by the bonfire. "They said they went to the town to scout out the area, but they were mainly here to drink. Sir, are you here alone? Don't you have any companions with you?" Wayne shook his head. "No, I got separated from them, so I arrived late alone. Do you know who else will be coming over in the next few days?" The gentleman replied, "It is said that there are quite a few people, but the most famous ones are the Iverson brothers. It is said that their gang has at least a dozen members." Iverson brothers? Well-known gang members. The leader of their gang was the older brother of the two brothers, Louis Iverson, and the reward was $200. His brother Arthur Iverson is worth even more, a full $500.
"When will they arrive?" Wayne asked. "It's not clear yet," the other party shook his head slightly. "If we want this plan to succeed, the main force basically depends on them. The others can only participate in the action, so everyone is waiting for them." "Is that so?" Wayne responded, then looked at the pretty young lady, "This one... is your companion?" "She is my sister. We escaped from the plantation. She is not involved in this operation. I just want to make some money and then take her to a big city on the East Coast." Oh, a rookie character with no background. Then one seduces and the other launches a sneak attack? This girl is pretty. If the guy could be a little slower, then I wouldn't mind cooperating with her if she seduced me a little. After the other party answered Wayne's question, he looked at Wayne again and asked: "Sir, you look like an experienced veteran. May I know your name?" Wayne smiled and said, "I'm Freddy the Grey Wolf." After saying that, Wayne stood up and pretended to casually observe the situation in the cabin, but in fact he was choosing a better position for himself. We've pretty much exhausted all the talk, let's get ready to take action. The blonde girl's blue eyes lit up at this time, and her gaze towards Wayne seemed full of admiration, blinking her big eyes: "Are you Freddy the Grey Wolf, the famous thief with a $250 bounty on his head?" Wayne was about to nod, then suddenly stopped. etc, The other party's focus on the amount of the bounty, and this set of procedures of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger... Why does this feel so familiar to me? Wayne's hand touched the handle of the gun, and his other hand pulled out the police badge: "I'm the sheriff of Black Rock Town. Are you two bounty hunters?" When the blonde girl saw the police badge in Wayne's hand, the light in her eyes suddenly disappeared. Her smile instantly collapsed and she pouted slightly. "You should have said it earlier." The blonde girl snapped her fingers in boredom. Then something suddenly jumped lightly onto Wayne's head. Then a black object the size of a pigeon egg jumped down from the edge of Wayne's cowboy hat and crawled silently and quickly back into the sleeve of the blonde girl. Its eight legs are thin and slender, its head is small and its belly is round, with a distinct scarlet pattern on its abdomen. Wayne's pupils shrank. What a huge spider. It’s a particularly poisonous black widow spider…