Chapter 600

Before today, Zhang Heng had only two riding experiences. When he was a child, he rode the kind of children's foal in the park. He was led by a specially assigned person and ran several times around the palm sized field at the speed of about 10 miles per hour.

In other words, this is actually the first time he has really chosen a horse as a means of transportation. Although he also yearns for the scene of galloping on a horse, from the perspective of safety, Zhang Heng still decides to start from the primary difficulty and step by step.

So he finally picked a brown horse, which was the shortest, thinnest and a little hairless. Compared with its companions, it looked relatively docile. Zhang Heng didn't resist when he approached it. Zhang Heng took advantage of it and went to its side while it was eating grass.

He tried to stroke his back. The brown horse sneezed and twisted his body. Seeing that Zhang Heng didn't mean to leave, he didn't move more fiercely. He continued to eat grass.

It's just you.

Zhang Heng made a decision in his heart. He didn't know that this horse was not as good as other horses, but no matter how good it was, it had to meet the right owner to play its role. For Zhang Heng, there was no other horse more suitable for him than this horse with Buddhist character.

Not running fast also has the advantage of not running fast, at least his risk of falling off the horse is much smaller.

After choosing his own mount, Zhang Heng released the other horses to save them from being roasted along with the bar.

Then Zhang Heng did not rush on the road, but rode his new horse in the town for two laps, reliving the feeling of riding.

He remembers a little of what he learned in the park.

For example, don't stick the sole of your foot in the stirrup so that you can't be dragged away by the horse when you fall. It seems that there is a saying about grabbing the reins. However, Zhang Heng has forgotten the sitting posture of the horse, and he can't remember it either. However, he still remembers the starting and deceleration. After studying for a period of time, he can barely do it, but he is not very skilled.

There's no way. After all, he's just a novice on his own. In fact, because of his excellent sense of balance and control over his body, he has done much better than most beginners.

After practicing for a while, Zhang Heng felt that he should be able to go on the road, so he put on his felt hat, pulled the reins and set out in the direction of Lincoln County.

On the vast Gobi desert, a cowboy knight with two guns riding his horse galloping in the hot sun, this picture has the feeling of a Western movie.

Of course, it depends on how you define Mercedes Benz. In fact, Zhang Heng and his hairless horse are only a little faster than walking.

However, Zhang Heng can't complain too much if he doesn't have to walk by himself, and he doesn't dare to let the horse run. First, for his own safety, and second, to prevent the horse from not reaching its destination, the horse that doesn't look very good will run and split itself first. In that case, Zhang Heng can only walk.

One person and one horse set foot on the journey.

When the sun rose to the highest position in the sky, according to the Convention, Zhang Heng found a slightly shady place, dismounted and added some water and food. By the way, he calculated that it would be five days before he could reach Lincoln County at his current speed. There was no problem with food, but if the share of the horse was included in the water, it would only support three days Of course, one or two days can't die without drinking water, but Zhang Heng doesn't have the habit of self abuse.

According to the dead rich, there are other towns between the mine town and Lincoln County. However, he needs to make a detour. If the detour time is included, he will arrive in Lincoln County in seven days.

Fortunately, Zhang Heng is not short of time.

After lunch, Zhang Heng and his lost horse set out on the road again. This time, they walked for five hours.

The scene of Gobi has its own desolate magnificence, but after a long time, it will also have a sense of monotony.

In addition, after sitting on the horse for such a long time, Zhang Heng's muscles began to feel sore. At the same time, under the friction of the saddle, both sides of his thighs were a little uncomfortable, and this was only his first day.

It is said that before the railway was built, cowboys sometimes had to trudge for months in order to drive cattle. During this period, they not only took care of thousands of cattle to guard against Wolves and snakes, but also faced the ambush of Indian tribes. Even after the initial construction of the railway network, cowboys still had to drive far away to sell live cattle.

So the people who are qualified for this job are all real warriors. No wonder the cowboy culture has been popular in the United States for so many years.

Zhang Heng's journey to the West was interrupted the next night when he had just finished his meal and drank his corn paste. Then he heard the sound of the horse's hoofs.

Zhang Heng takes out his filter lens, and when the comer enters the effective range of the filter lens, he can see the other person's face clearly. It's a middle-aged man with a moustache. He seems to have been running in the desert for some time, disheartened, but it doesn't cover up his handsome face.

However, Zhang Heng first noticed his left chest badge, but this badge did not let him relax his vigilance.This is the wild west where there is no place to go. No one can really rely on it except the gun in his hand. Even the sheriff or the bailiff and other people have many good and evil people, and those who have interests even eat black and white.

Such people are even more dangerous than real bandits.

Zhang Heng did not speak, directly pulled out a colt revolver from his waist.

The other side's reaction is also very fast, see also subconsciously out of the gun.

However, the distance between them is about 250 meters, and it's dark. In the blessing of filter lens, he can't be Zhang Heng's opponent.

Zhang Heng even has time to wait for him to pull out the gun before pulling the trigger. Considering the identity of the other party, this shot is just a warning. The bullet hit the gun in mustache's hand and let his weapon fly out.

"Oh, oh, relax, my friend. I'm a law enforcement officer. I mean no harm." Moustache pulled the reins, let the horse stop, he accidentally revealed this skill is let Zhang Heng is envious.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Sheriff?" Zhang Heng smell speech but have no reaction, calm way, also did not take back the gun in the hand.

Mr. bailiff on the other side can clearly understand Zhang Heng's vigilance, just as he would draw a gun before he chose to communicate. No matter how careful he is in this kind of deserted wilderness, he is right.

He raised his hands, indicating that he had no improper intention, and let the horse close to the campfire. Finally, he could roughly distinguish Zhang Heng's appearance. He was stunned, "are you an Indian?"

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