In the next few days, Valentine seemed to have returned to its former peace. No heinous criminals were caught, no jaw-dropping gambling games, and no exciting gunman duels, which made everyone in the town feel a little uncomfortable.
They are used to it. They seem to have forgotten that ordinary life is the normal state of life.
However, they all still remembered that the ups and downs in the town in the past few days were all related to one person, and this person had indeed not appeared in the town for several days.
Outside the town of Valentine, at the top of Fortress Mountain.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The gunshots that sounded like exploding beans startled the little birds hiding under the grass blades. They fluttered into the sky, trying to escape from this place that was too dangerous for them.
Brandy held the gun in his left hand and looked at the empty whiskey bottle in front of him that had been placed ten meters away half an hour ago. He gritted his teeth and fired three more shots in succession. As expected, all three shots missed.
"Damn it!" Brandi cursed with some anger and some annoyance.
"Brother Brandi, let's forget it for today," Raven, the fat novelist with glasses, wiped the sweat from his fat face and said, "It's almost noon.
I think you must be hungry too?"
Brandi ignored LaVine and just loaded the empty revolver one by one.
On the other side, "Little Devil" Calloway, who had already drank two large bottles of whiskey, leaned on the rock leisurely and said with a smile: "If you are hungry, just ride back first and order us some good drinks and food at the Smithfield Tavern.
Once this stubborn brat has finished shooting all the bullets in his body, we will naturally go back."
After saying that, he still looked at the excitement and shouted to Brandy without any trouble: "Hey, you little bastard, if you move faster, at least let us catch up with today's dinner."
"Shut your stinky mouth, old bastard," Brandy scolded back without hesitation, "Do you believe I changed my right hand and destroyed your head with few hairs left?"
"Aha, look, the great philosopher," Calloway laughed wildly, "he is anxious."
"Who the fuck is in a hurry? What bastard is in a hurry?" Brandi couldn't hold it any longer, and immediately changed the gun to his right hand, took a few steps, picked up Calloway, put the gun against his head, and said, "
Old guy, I’m warning you, don’t be shameless!”
"Hey, hey, don't be like this, don't be like this," Raven immediately stood up from the grass and tried to pull the two away, "Just bicker, don't use knives or guns."
"You shoot, you bastard," Calloway shot back with disdain, "I've had enough of this old man anyway, but if you kill me, you'll never learn how to shoot quickly with your left hand.
"
He even got a little closer, lowered his voice slightly, and said, "Besides, even if you shoot first now, I can kill you first."
"Hey? You are quite confident, old man? Do you believe that I really shot him?" Brandi pressed the muzzle of the gun harder against Calloway's forehead.
"You shoot me. If you shoot first, I can kill you first."
"Old bastard, my patience has its limits, don't challenge my bottom line!"
"Just give it a try, you little bastard. Let's see if you make a hole in my head first, or if I make a hole in your belly first?"
Brandy glared at Calloway fiercely for a while, then finally let him go, turned around, and went back to the target that had taken him three days.
"Hahahaha, you see, great philosopher, this kid knows what he wants, so he won't do anything to me." Calloway looked like he had a good grasp of Brandi's character, and said to him in a show-off manner.
Raven said.
"You two really challenge the endurance of my heart every day, Mr. Calloway." Raven took out a handkerchief and wiped the new sweat on his forehead and said.
After the duel that night, Brandy took it upon herself to become a teacher to Calloway and learn the skills of left-hand rapid fire. Calloway did not agree, but did not refuse. The reason was very simple, because Brandy promised to
During the study period, he will be responsible for all his drinks.
Raven naturally has no objection to this. Although his book is intended to describe the last sharpshooter, the inheritance of skills and abilities from generation to generation can always bring a different kind of touch to readers. What's more, the lives of these two people are what he wants.
He had collected some necessary materials. However, his experiences in the past few days really frightened him.
Having been with Calloway for a long time, Raven had a pretty good understanding of Calloway's temper. He was a grumpy, alcoholic old gunslinger with quite a facial expression.
Brandi, this young new partner, looks polite and has the temperament of a young gentleman in a civilized society on the surface, but in fact, this person is also a difficult person to deal with.
It's true when you think about it. People who rely on their ability to make a living in a hail of bullets, how can they lose their temper?
It's just a pain for Raven. He has to experience something similar to the scene described above almost once a day. Now he is afraid that these two people will fight each other. No matter who kills the other, all his efforts from beginning to end will be in vain, so this reconciliation
He still has to play the role of a guy.
But how can such a role be so easy to play? A person like LaVine, who looks chubby but is actually powerless, cannot hold down a young man who is strong and armed with a gun. He can't even handle him.
To touch that old man who was always drunk. Fortunately, although the two men had a violent quarrel, there were no accidents from beginning to end. Otherwise, Raven would probably have taken the initiative to shoot himself.
"By the way, Mr. Calloway, I have a question that has been in my mind for several days." Raven said hesitantly.
"Do great philosophers also have problems?" Calloway sarcastically said, "Tell me, let's see if a shallow old guy like me can answer your profound philosophical questions."
LaVine ignored Calloway's sarcasm and asked: "Brother Brandy's shooting skills should be pretty good, right?"
"That is, you won't make a particularly low-level mistake and send yourself to hell," Calloway said nonchalantly, "What's wrong?"
"He's been practicing shooting with his left hand for the past three days, and I've been watching from the sidelines, but why does it feel like he... feels like he's..."
"Just like a rookie who has never practiced shooting, right?" Calloway pointed out directly.
"Ah, this is what you said." Raven's forehead began to sweat again.
"The reason is actually very simple," Calloway said, taking a swig of whiskey. "He looks like a rookie now because he is a rookie himself. You look at him like a rookie because you are worse than a rookie."
of laymen.”
Raven was a little annoyed. He really had doubts about this, so he really asked for advice. But who would have thought that this old guy would still indulge in trash talk. In this situation, any normal person with a temper would be angry.
"Actually, for a right-hander like him who is extremely standard, I don't recommend him to put effort into rapid shooting with his left hand," Calloway rarely said seriously, "If a person like this wants to learn rapid shooting with his left hand, he must
It takes more energy and time, and for a dabbler like him, he might as well just put all his energy into training his right hand to shoot quickly, and he can still become a first-rate sharpshooter."
"Then why did you agree to teach him?" Raven asked doubtfully.
"Why?" Calloway laughed, "A stubborn boy is crying and clamoring to learn a skill from you that he may never be able to learn in his life, and he also pays for your drinks with a wave of his hand. That's it.
What a big injustice, will you not accept it?"
"This old guy..." Raven held his forehead helplessly, "So, are you going to let him continue like this?"
"It's up to him," Calloway said. "There are only two ways to get out of this situation."
"Which two roads?"
"Either you master the trick or you give up on the spot." Calloway stood up, stretched his waist and legs, and said.
He turned back and looked at Raven, who was looking at him with an incomprehensible expression, and said, "Why are you looking at me like this? It's true that I regard him as my enemy, but that doesn't mean that I don't teach the real thing."
"Uh..." Raven smiled awkwardly. Just as Calloway said, he really felt that Calloway deliberately did not teach real things in order to use Brandy as a long-term meal ticket.
"Okay, it's time to go," Calloway habitually patted the revolver on his waist and said, "If you don't go, there won't be anything to drink at noon." This chapter has been completed!