Chapter 600 The Lonely Cowboy

Until today, Zhang Heng had only had two riding experiences, and both of them were when he was a child. He rode a child-sized pony in the park. He was held by a special person and rode around at a speed of about ten miles per hour. I ran a few laps in a palm-sized field.

In other words, this was actually the first time that he really chose a horse as a means of transportation. Although he also longed for the scene of riding a horse at high speed, from a safety perspective, Zhang Heng decided to start from the beginner level. Take it step by step.

So he finally picked a brown horse that was the shortest, thinnest, and a little shedding. Compared with its companions, it looked relatively docile. When Zhang Heng approached it, it was not so resistant. Zhang Heng Walk to the side of it while it is lowering its head to eat grass.

After trying to stroke its back, the shedding brown horse sneezed and twisted twice. Seeing that Zhang Heng had no intention of leaving, it made no more drastic movements and continued to eat grass.

It’s 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 be useful. For Zhang Heng, there was no other horse as good as this one at the moment. A horse of Gefo type would be more suitable for him.

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

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

Afterwards, Zhang Heng was not in a hurry to hit the road, but rode his new horse for two laps around the town to relive the feeling of riding a horse.

He still remembered a little of what he learned in the park.

For example, don't get the soles of your feet stuck too tightly in the stirrups, to prevent the horse from dragging you like a rag when you fall off the horse. There seems to be a way to hold the reins, but Zhang Heng has forgotten it, and he can't remember the sitting position of the horse either. , but he still remembered a little about starting and decelerating. After studying it for a while, he could barely do it, but he was not very proficient.

There's no way around it. After all, he's just a novice trying to figure things out on his own. In fact, because of his excellent sense of balance and body control, he's already doing much better than most beginners.

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

In the vast Gobi desert, a cowboy knight with one man and two guns is galloping on his horse under the scorching sun. This scene is quite like a western movie.

Of course, it depends on how you define Mercedes-Benz. In fact, Zhang Heng and his hair-shedding horse are only slightly faster than walking.

But Zhang Heng couldn't complain too much because he didn't have to walk by himself. He didn't dare to let the horse run. Firstly, it was for his own safety, and secondly, it was to prevent the horse from reaching its destination before it was reached. A horse that didn't look good would split itself first, so Zhang Heng would have to walk.

One person and one horse embarked on the journey.

When the sun reached its highest position in the sky, Zhang Heng found a slightly shady place as usual, dismounted and replenished some water and food. He also calculated that at his current speed, it would take five days to reach Lincoln County. After that, there is no problem in terms of food, but in terms of water, if you include the horse's share, it can only last for three days. Of course, you won't die if you don't drink water for one or two days, but Zhang Heng didn't either. What a self-abuse habit.

According to Rich, who has died, there are other towns between the mining town and Lincoln County, but they need to take a detour. If the detour time is also included, he may have to wait until he reaches Lincoln County. After seven days.

Fortunately, Zhang Heng is not short of time now.

After lunch, Zhang Heng and his shedding horse hit the road again. This time they walked for five hours.

The scenery of the Gobi has its own desolate grandeur, but after looking at it for a long time, it will also feel monotonous.

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, his sides of the thighs were also a little uncomfortable, and this was only his first day.

It is said that before the railways were built, cowboys sometimes made arduous journeys for several months to drive cattle. During this period, they not only had to look after thousands of cattle and guard against wolves and poisonous snakes, but sometimes also faced ambushes from Indian tribes. , even after the initial construction of the railway network was completed, selling live cattle still required cowboys to travel long distances.

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

Zhang Heng's solo trip to the west was interrupted on the second night. At that time, he had just started the fire and finished cooking, and drank the cornstarch he had cooked, when he heard the sound of horse hooves.

Zhang Heng took out the [Filter Lens] on his body. When the visitor entered the effective range of the [Filter Lens], he could see his face clearly. He was a middle-aged man with a mustache and looked like he was running in the desert. He has been there for a while and looks gray, but that doesn't cover up his handsome face.

However, the first thing Zhang Heng noticed was the police badge on his left chest, but the badge did not make him relax his vigilance.

This is the Wild West, known as a lawless place. No one can really rely on you except the gun in your hand. Even the sheriff or bailiffs have many good and evil people, among whom are the most powerful ones. The guy even takes both black and white.

Such people are even more dangerous than real gangsters.

Zhang Heng didn't say anything and directly pulled out a Colt revolver from his waist.

The other party's reaction was also very quick, and he subconsciously drew his gun when he saw this.

However, the distance between the two was still about sixty meters, and it was dark again. With the blessing of [filter lenses], he could not be Zhang Heng's opponent.

Zhang Heng even had time to wait for him to pull out the gun before pulling the trigger. Considering the other party's identity, this shot was just a warning. The bullet accurately hit the gun in Mustache's hand, causing his weapon to fly out.

"Oh, relax my friend, I am a law enforcement officer, I don't mean any harm." Mustache pulled the reins and stopped the horse. Zhang Heng was very envious of his unintentional display of equestrian skills.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Law Enforcement Officer?" Zhang Heng said calmly without any reaction after hearing this, without taking back the gun in his hand.

The bailiff opposite obviously understood Zhang Heng's vigilance. Just like before, he would draw his gun first and then choose to communicate. In this inaccessible wilderness, no matter how careful you are, there is nothing wrong.

He raised his hands to show that he had no evil intentions, and let the horse get closer to the bonfire. Finally, he could roughly distinguish Zhang Heng's appearance, and was stunned, "Are you an Indian?"

Thanks to the book Kekan and Coldybear for the rewards~