48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng climbed out of bed just the next day and came downstairs after a simple wash.

When he had breakfast with Wendy, the sheriff arrived, and he rode a white horse, accompanied by his walking head and the crest on his chest. He couldn't seem handsome, even the hostel's lady owner couldn't help but look at him twice.

“Want a coffee? Sheriff.” Wendy asked.

“Perfect, my lady.” The sheriff laughed and rolled over to get off his horse, "I sent you out of the valley, where you are most likely to be ambushed, and when you wait on the plains, you will be much safer, you can go yourself. ”

“You're so sweet. ”

“If something happens to Matthew's daughter on my property, I'm a sheriff for nothing.” The old cowboy nodded, handed the reins to the hostel's housekeeper, and then walked to the table, "Unfortunately, you're leaving so soon, and when you find your father, we might be able to hunt together or something on the way back. ”

“I loved hunting. When I was a kid, I went to the woods with my dad to see him hunt rabbits and stuff, but he never let me touch guns.” Wendy Dao.

“He's right, but I think we can make a few exceptions. There's a lot of prey around here.” The sheriff blinked at the girl.

“Are there wolves and bears?” Wendy asked excitedly.

“Ha ha, that's rare, these beasts were almost killed by Indians who lived nearby earlier. ”

“Too bad I haven't seen a bear yet. ”

“That kind of thing has nothing to look like.” The sheriff picked up his own cup of coffee and thanked the lady boss for bringing it in herself.

“I don't know, just want to see. ”

“There will be opportunities. There will always be opportunities. ”

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The three of them chatted while eating breakfast. The atmosphere was very nice. The old cowboy was obviously the kind of person who was very good at creating the atmosphere. According to him, he also owed a lot of money when he was younger. He knew what Wendy's age girls liked to listen to and often said wonderful things.

Wendy even had the feeling that it would be better if an old cowboy accompanied her on the road, but the thought just flashed through her mind, as she herself had said, that her father had been missing for some time and she couldn't wait that long.

Think of Wendy here on Old Cowboy Road, "Sheriff, I think we should probably get going. ”

The old cowboy slapped his head, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm old enough to be nagging when we talk, I hope it doesn't bore you. ”

“How come you're the funniest person I've ever met and it's always been a pleasure talking to you, but we do have important things to do. ”

“Of course, I'm ready, we can leave now.” Old Cowboy Road.

“That would be great. ”

“I'll wait for you outside the door.” After that, the sheriff smiled again at Wendy and got up and walked out the door.

The rancher's daughter had finished breakfast and was about to get up, but the next minute something hit her thigh.

Wendy lowered her head and when she saw what Zhang Heng had handed under the table, she was stunned.

“Keep it, hopefully we won't use it later. ”

Wendy had a lot of questions to ask, but by the time she took over something like that, Zhang Heng had also stood up from his position and headed for the old cowboy path, "Kentucky Anma? ”

“No, Snowflake is an Arab horse.” Old Cowboy Road, “it was fast, and few horses could catch it on the plains. ”

“Looks like I'm gonna have to keep learning.” Zhang Hengdao, his body just blocked Wendy behind the table, and the girl hid that thing in her clothes at the fastest possible speed.

Then the three of them boarded their horses and walked out of Glenn Town. Along the way, the old cowboy still laughed, but Wendy seemed a little distracted and kept thinking about what was on her body.

Instead, Zhang Heng picked up the conversation, talked to the old cowboy and asked him about the local terroir. The old cowboy also invited Zhang Heng to taste his chewing cigarette.

Zhang Heng followed his point and placed the tobacco wire between his jaw and his teeth. Within seconds, a spicy smell spread through his mouth and went straight to his throat. Despite the mixed spice cover, it was unacceptable.

It is also said that chewing cigarettes became popular in the United States during the pioneering period, because it was difficult for cowboys to light cigarettes on horseback (windy and turbulent), so when they wanted to smoke, they put the cigarette wire in their mouths. If they spit out the saliva in their mouths regularly, they could work while smoking to save time.

However, cigarette butter is more irritating to the oral mucosa, and with the fact that modern society doesn't have so many places for you to spit anywhere, chewing cigarettes gradually leaves the market.

Zhang Heng tasted it and spit out the cigarette wire.

“Unfortunately," said the old cowboy, "you have a fluent English accent, and I hear you still have a great shot, but you have to act more like a western to hang out in the West. ”

“I do have a lot to learn.” Zhang Heng heard the statement without refuting it.

“Take it easy. Take your time.” The old cowboy patted Heng's shoulder for encouragement.

The three of them went to the entrance to the valley, saying it was a valley, but it was actually tens of thousands of years ago, and now there was no water, but the rock walls on both sides were still there, and it was really an easy place to set up an ambush.

“Let's go.” The old cowboy first walked to the front, behind him was Wendy, and Zhang Heng was behind the back mat.

Not long after the three of them had gone, the old cowboy said to Wendy, "I owe you an apology. ”

“Apologize for what? ”

“I lied to you before, and I can't let you go to your father alone, following a stranger hired randomly.” The old cowboy pulls up the reins, stops the horse, turns around, “it's too dangerous. ”

“You stopped me from wanting me to find my father, whether it was for my safety or something to hide the truth behind my father's disappearance.” Wendy needlepoint is opposite.

“Things… are always complicated.” The old cowboy sighed, "maybe I'll explain it to you later, but now you should say goodbye to Mr. Zhang Heng and go home, I can assure you, I'll help you find your father afterwards, waiting for the sad but sometimes the most effective way to solve things. ”

“Really, how are you going to send me home? With all due respect, even if you're 20 years younger, you're not Mr. Zhang Heng's opponent.” Wendy Dao.

“Maybe.” Old cowboys don't argue either, "good thing I have help. ”

He said two men with rifles emerged after finishing the rock walls on both sides.

“It's a pleasure to introduce you to Deputy Sheriff of Glen Town, Joseph, and his brother, Jonathan. ”