On the vast grassland in the heart of the earth, two bad horses carried two slim figures walking slowly on the main road. Not long after, smoke and dust rose up behind them, and a huge black horse galloped towards them, running alongside them.
Miss Lily, who had taken off the precious jewelry she was wearing and had the Mauser rifle on her back, looked at the man on the huge black horse, bowed politely and said, "Have you finished your business?"
"Well," the man nodded, controlling the huge black horse with his right hand to keep it as parallel as possible with the horses of the two ladies, "Now we just wait for the bailiff or the mounted police patrolling nearby to clean up the mess."
"May I take my liberty, sir," Amandine, who was wearing the same hunting suit as Lily, asked, "what were you doing just now?"
"To put it more professionally, it's called cleaning the battlefield," the man said, patting the packed package on the horse. "To put it more informally, it's called touching the corpse."
"This..." Amandine couldn't hide the disgust in her tone, and made a sign of the cross with her right hand on her chest, "Such a blasphemy to the dead, the Lord will not allow you to ascend to heaven."
"Oh, my dear lady," the man's smile turned teasing, "Although I have no intention of blaspheming your faith, the fact in this land is that even Catholics should have fallen into hell long ago.
"
"How can you say that?" Amandine was a little annoyed. As a well-established French Catholic, she attached great importance to her faith. "The Catholics who came to this land all came to spread the faith of the Lord.
and doctrines, in order to let the Lord’s glory fill the world, I believe that what they do must be in line with the Lord’s teachings.”
"You can believe it if you want, dear lady," the man's body swayed leisurely on the horse, "but I would rather believe what I see than what I hear."
"Okay, Amandine, let's end the topic of religion here," Lily promptly changed this topic that was bound to explode no matter how we talked about it, "Sir, you saved us, but we don't know your identity yet.
Where’s the name?”
"Billy." the man replied shortly.
"Lily Cornwall," Lily's introduction was also very brief, "this is my maid Amandine Morin."
"It's an honor to meet you two," Billy held up the brim of his hat and said, "I wonder what the two ladies, oh, I'm sorry, did Miss Lily come to this wild and vast prairie for?
"
"If I just talk about my personal purpose, it is to appreciate the local customs and customs here," Lily said. "As for other purposes, it belongs to my family. I forgive my inconvenience to tell you."
Billy nodded: "I completely understand, you don't need to apologize. But I think you should have fully appreciated the so-called customs and customs here today, right?"
"You are right, sir, I have felt it very personally," Lily smiled slightly, but her eyes were full of excitement, "It is really a very charming land."
"Well, I don't deny that," said Billy, "but may I make a suggestion to you?"
"Of course, sir, I will listen to your suggestions." Lily straightened her body and looked at Billy.
"If you can, leave here as soon as possible, and don't set foot in the five major states for at least ten years," Billy said. "With all due respect, this is not a place where decent ladies like you two can stay longer."
"That's a really considerate suggestion, thank you, sir," Lily smiled, "but I think I might get along well with this place unexpectedly."
Billy didn't speak, and there was a sense of non-committal in his silence.
"By the way, Mr. Billy, you are the gunman, right?" Lily asked suddenly.
"Obviously, ma'am," Billy replied.
"What made you embark on this path?" Lily asked with interest.
"So, it's become an interview now, right?" Billy joked with a smile.
Lily also smiled, a smile that would only appear when she was really amused: "You can understand that, sir, but it's a pity that your self-report will not be published in the newspaper."
"Haha, it's best not to, because my answer will make all the gangs and police in this land chase me to the ends of the earth." Billy laughed loudly, but there was not much smile in the laughter.
"You have successfully aroused my interest, Mr. Billy," Lily felt that this answer was worthy of her taking seriously, "So, what is your answer to the question just now?"
"To sum it up," Billy adjusted the position of his butt and said, "I am a sharpshooter driven by interest."
"Is it because of interest?" Lily was a little confused, "You won't be hunted down everywhere, right?"
"Then let me put it another way. I engaged in this job of killing people to make a living out of interest. Do you understand now?"
Lily was silent. Although she had a longing for the West that was difficult for normal people to understand, she still knew the concepts of death and killing.
"Don't you ever feel guilty?" Amandine said with disgust.
"At least until now, I either kill people to save people, or I kill people who are full of evil," Billy said. "I will not flaunt myself as a good person, but I will definitely not kill some people because of social evil."
What sense of guilt comes from being a scumbag.”
"It seems that you, sir, are the legendary Western hero?" Lily joked.
"Thank you for your compliment, but it's a pity that I'm not qualified yet. Even if I were qualified, I don't want to be that person." Billy said politely.
Lily immediately took advantage of the situation and asked: "Then what kind of person do you dream of becoming?"
"Is this important?" Billy's rhetorical question caught Lily off guard.
"Of course," Lily organized her words, "this...this is at least..."
"I don't think it's important," Billy interrupted Lily rudely, "Okay, ma'am, I don't think I need to play this kind of reporter interview game anymore. The rest of the way, if
If possible, I hope we can be quieter."
Amandine looked at Lily. She now had no favorable impression of this handsome man who had no gentlemanly demeanor at all. She just hoped that Lily would have some temperament and stop talking to this man. It had to be said.
In her opinion, the suggestion just now was the only human thing this man said during the entire noon and afternoon.
"Can I ask one last question?" Lily asked without any awareness that she should shut up.
Billy sighed and said, "Of course, Miss Lily, one of my tutoring rules is to be patient and give women one more chance. Please tell me."
"You are truly a gentleman's tutor," Lily smiled slightly and said, "Since you are a gunman, you must know a lot about guns, right?"
"I can't say I understand it very well. After all, I haven't been a gunman for a long time," Billy glanced at Lily sideways and said, "But, okay, you can understand that I understand it very well."
"Then let's take a look, what do you think of this gun?" Lily said, taking out her revolver from her waist and throwing it to Billy.
Billy took the gun and raised his eyebrows the moment he took it. While he carefully inspected the gun, he muttered: "The gun looks like a Colt m1892 double-action revolver, but...
The magazine capacity and shotgun barrel design of the Matt revolver? And the bullet is not .38 but .44?”
He looked up at Lily and asked, "Who designed this thing?"
Lily didn't say anything, she just straightened her back proudly and asked, "Just say what you want."
Billy immediately saw the answer hidden in Lily's actions, and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said: "Well, if this gun is designed by the gun master of Colt Company, then I will never use it again in my life."
Use a Colt gun."
Lily's face darkened instantly, but there was nothing unusual about her tone: "What do you mean?"
“In terms of the firearm itself, this gun has an expanded ammunition capacity and is equipped with a shotgun barrel just like the LeMat revolver. So far, it’s okay, but this gun has also changed its caliber and retained the double barrel.
This not only increases the mass of the gun a lot, but also increases the recoil of the gun. Even a normal man cannot use this gun double-action under such recoil.
In other words, this design makes the double-action mode of this gun useless, useless and a pity to discard; moreover, such modification actually violates the structure of the m1892 itself, making the structure loose
, it is even more cumbersome, and it is easy to fall apart in high-intensity battles. To sum up, such a gun, apart from looking good, has no great use."
After Billy said this, he handed the gun back to Lily and said: "From a practical application point of view, this is basically a specially-made modified gun. If it is damaged, it must be repaired with specially-made matching parts. And in this condition
Under normal circumstances, it does not exist. Of course, this gun is not unusable, it is just not practical enough."
Lily took the gun, looked down at the revolver she had carefully designed, and remained silent.
Amandine came closer and comforted her in a low voice: "Miss, don't take this person's words to heart. Such people don't know what respect is."
Lily still didn't speak, she just opened the gun's wheel again and again and reloaded it again and again.
"Okay, ladies, do you smell the pungent smell of tar and smoke? Do you hear the train whistle?" Billy raised his hand and pointed forward and said, "We are not far from our destination.
"
The coal tar factory in Cornwall is like a piece of bright green silk stained with an indelible dirt on the grassland in the heart of the earth. The filth and noise of modern industry have made this place no longer a peaceful and peaceful corner of nature.
, and all nature can do in response to human behavior is to accept it, just like all the land on this planet that is being unreasonably developed.
The two armed guards guarding the entrance of the coal tar factory had long seen the three-person team of two women and one man at the end of the road. There was nothing they could do about it. The black horse under the man's crotch was so big that it was difficult not to notice it.
Because the Cornwall Coal Tar Factory is close to the main road, in addition to the horse-drawn carriages transporting chemical reagents and petroleum products from the factory, many other horse-drawn carriages and pedestrians will pass by here every day. Generally speaking, they will not pay too much attention to such people.
, if they get too close and say something like "This is a private enterprise and no one is allowed to enter," they will leave consciously.
It's just that this time the three people were obviously coming towards the factory, so before the three people arrived, the two of them kept their repeating rifles on standby. After all, Mr. Cornish's personal life was not long ago.
The train was robbed, and the vicious robbers killed almost everyone on the train and all the police who came to support them. Now they are most nervous about strangers.
"This is the property of Cornwall Company. No one is allowed to enter. If you have nothing else to do, leave immediately. Otherwise, we will shoot you for self-defense." The three horses came to the factory gate and stood guard.
Stop them immediately and say.
"Blinding your dog eyes," the woman with brown hair and blue eyes scolded sternly, "Look carefully, who is this lady?"
"Okay, Amandine, it's normal that they don't recognize me," the woman with dark brown hair, purple eyes, and an exquisite face on the side stopped the woman who had just scolded her, and took a look from her chest.
He took something out of his pocket and showed it to the guard.
The guards only took one look, and their faces immediately turned pale. They immediately put away their guns and stood at attention, saying, "I'm really sorry, Miss. Too many things have happened recently, and we have to be more cautious."
"This is your duty. I forgive your rudeness." Lily waved her hand to indicate that they didn't need to care.
The two ladies jumped off their horses, and someone immediately led the horses away. The guard on the side looked at the unsmiling man on the huge black horse and asked: "Miss, I remember that you should be following in a specially prepared carriage.
The motorcade came together, what happened? Who is this gentleman?"
"Our convoy was intercepted by the O'Drisco gang on the way. Except for me and Amandine, everyone else died," Lily told the facts calmly, as if this was something that had nothing to do with her.
"It was Mr. Billy who took the risk to save us and escorted us all the way here."
"That's it," the guard immediately turned around and bowed to Billy on the black horse, and said, "Thank you, sir, for escorting the eldest lady here."
"It's better to say less boring polite words," Billy said coldly, "I hope to get my reward now."
"No problem, Mr. Billy," Lily smiled, motioned to Amandine to fetch her jewelry box, and took out three checks for one thousand US dollars from her body, saying, "These checks can be exchanged at any bank.
As for these jewelry, I just hope you can find a good appraiser so that their value will not be ruined."
"Thank you for your generosity, Miss Cornwall, although I don't recommend that you carry such a large check with you in our part of the world," Billy said, holding on to the brim of his hat, "I'll keep it soon. To be honest,
I’m not used to the smell here.”
Lily smiled and nodded: "Thank you again for escorting me all the way."
"Oh, by the way," Billy suddenly turned around as if he had thought of something, "If you really want to improve your marksmanship, I suggest you change to a more normal gun. Too weird modifications are not suitable for a gun.
For shooters, it often limits more than it helps."
Lily looked at the beautifully decorated revolver hanging in the holster on her waist. The key was the revolver that she had poured her heart and soul into. She was speechless and could only wave goodbye to this unexpected gunman.
The gunman never looked back, he just took off his hat and waved twice in return, steered the giant horse under his crotch in two circles, and then galloped away in the direction of the brilliant sunset.
The gunman's figure had disappeared on the horizon, but Lily still stood there with no intention of leaving.
"Miss? Miss?" Amandine called softly.
Lily ignored the call of the maid and just said to the guard on the side: "You guys, send a few people to follow him from a distance to see where he ended up, and then report to me in time."
"As commanded."
After receiving the order, the guards immediately left and prepared. Not long after, three fast horses carrying three men with loaded guns left the Cornwall Coal Tar Factory, following the footsteps of the gunmen. This chapter has been completed!