The old cowboy didn't say anything, and Kimberly didn't ask. She took out a square glass from under the counter, put a few ice cubes into the glass with ice clips, and then skillfully poured the wine from the bottle.
, he stopped when the golden wine liquid had barely covered the ice.
Amberley grabbed the glass and pushed it gently, and the wine glass slid lightly on the table towards the old cowboy.
The old cowboy didn't even look at it. He placed his left hand on the table into a slight fist, with his middle and index fingers half-opened. With a seemingly powerless movement, he snatched the sliding wine glass away, and then with a backhand he held the glass in his arms.
in hand.
He picked up the cup and took a sip, then put the glass on the bar, and then continued to look at the bar counter with his eyes.
At this time Kimberly opened her mouth
"Mason, this new friend named... George wants to buy a horse."
Kimberly thought for a few seconds but couldn't figure out what the pronunciation of Zhang Chi was, so she followed her mood and came up with "George".
Zhang Chi was not happy either, and he didn't think that George, just George, fighting over Chinese pronunciation with an old American would make you laugh to death, but their tongues seemed to be speaking Russian like us Chinese, and their tongues trembled.
The old cowboy Mason looked up at Zhang Chi.
Kimberly added: "The new one is in the pasture at the foot of the mountain over there. The pasture has just started, so we need a horse, right, George?"
Zhang Chi nodded: "I need a quarter horse. I don't have any other requirements. I just want it to be well trained. My riding skills are average, so the price shouldn't be too expensive."
Old Mason opened his mouth and said: "Six hundred dollars a horse."
"Um?!"
Zhang Chi thought it was a bit expensive when he heard it.
Kimberly stopped interrupting at this time. She wiped the cup with her hand and looked at the two men sitting on the bar. The corners of her mouth curved slightly, half-smiling.
"It's a bit expensive. Generally speaking, a horse like this costs more than 400 dollars, and a good one only costs nearly 500 dollars," Zhang Chi said.
Old Mason replied directly: "Other horses are other horses. The horse I trained is worth six hundred dollars."
Zhang Chi then fell silent. Regarding Old Mason's attitude, Zhang Chi did not want to get used to him at all. In business, there is buying and selling, and no one is begging for others.
Besides, this is the West. It’s not easy for you to buy a person. It’s illegal. But buying a horse is not everywhere. Horses here are extremely cheap. If you have the time and ability, you can go there with a bridle.
There are millions of abandoned horses on national ranges across the United States.
That's what he said, but Zhang Chi doesn't have such ability. If he had the ability, he wouldn't sit here drinking and buying horses.
At this time Kimberly opened her mouth.
"George, you may not know, but Mason used to be a famous horse trainer in the league. The horses he trained have won many national awards, as well as two Kentucky Derbys, not to mention other awards..." Kimberly told Mason about his previous achievements.
The deeds were briefly told.
Zhang Chi didn't believe it too much, because if this old cowboy named Mason is really as Kimberly said, then he must be rich. A trainer who has won so many awards is not a middle-class person who can compare.
Yes, these people can get a sizeable share of each bonus.
Horse racing is a very popular sport here in the United States. Every year, the Triple Crown or some other big competition is crowded with people, and the rich and famous are vying to appear, making it look like a carnival.
Zhang Chi found it a bit strange that the horse trainer could lead his life like this.
"Go and see Mason's horse before you draw any conclusions. If you don't like it, I'll introduce someone else to you." Seeing that Zhang Chi had been silent, Kimberly opened her mouth and said
Zhang Chi still didn't believe it, but he was a little bit interested in Old Mason, because even if Kimberly lied to put money on Old Mason's face, the old man was at least a professional horse trainer. Until now, he has not
Have you ever seen a professional horse trainer?
Of course, those in the ranch don't count. Any cowboy who can't train a horse with both hands is still a cowboy if he can't.
"Can I go take a look?" Zhang Chi asked.
Mason didn't respond, but the hand holding the wine glass moved quickly to his mouth, and he swallowed the wine in the glass in just a few sips.
After taking the last sip, I gently put the glass down, and there was a soft thud between the glass and the bar.
After putting down the cup, he took out a bill from his pocket and placed it on the bar.
"follow me".
Mason stood up from the bar, reached for his cowboy hat and put it on his head, then turned and walked towards the door without looking at Zhang Chi.
Zhang Chi immediately transferred the money for the beer and followed Mason out of the bar.
As soon as he got out of the bar, Zhang Chi discovered that the old cowboy was not driving, but riding a mixed-race horse with chestnut hair and a wide white meteor on the bridge of his nose.
Seeing Mason, the horse snorted a few times and then bleated twice. It seemed that it was very happy to see its master.
Mason still said nothing. He came to the place where the horse was tied, untied the reins, turned over and got on the horse.
"Follow up!"
Mason said a word and rode forward on his horse.
Zhang Chi immediately got into the car, started the car and followed Mason.
On the road, Mason kept walking close to the roadside, while Zhang Chi drove behind him.
After leaving the town and walking for almost a mile, at a small intersection, Mason turned in, and Zhang Chi naturally had to follow.
The path is not wide, so if two cars meet, everyone has to be careful and try to walk as close to each other as possible.
After walking along the path for about ten minutes, Zhang Chi finally saw Mason stop for a moment.
It was a small horse farm, not very large in area, because Zhang Chi saw the surrounding fences, and visually estimated that it was about ten acres.
Usually the area of the horse farm is not very large, because professional horse farms generally do not raise too many horses. For example, the horse farm of a friend of Zhang Chi’s uncle only raised about 30 horses, but it was very large.
Most horses have pedigree certificates, and registered thoroughbreds account for a large proportion.
Arriving at the gate of the racecourse, Mason dismounted, opened the gate, signaled Zhang Chi to drive in, and waited for Zhang Chi to drive in before closing the gate.
After Zhang Chi entered the gate, he parked his car on the side of the road and got out of the car.
Mason did not get on the horse again, but stretched out his hand and patted it gently. The horse he had been riding back automatically went to the grassy area, lowered its head and started to nibble on the grass.
There are several small fences in the horse farm, and there are several horses grazing in each fence.
Zhang Chi's attention quickly turned to the horses, because there were several outstanding-looking quarter horses in the pen closest to him.
These quarter horses are all old-fashioned breeds, that is, horses used for ordinary pasture.
The Quarter Horse is a horse breed bred in the United States. Generally speaking, it has two body types. One is the racing type. This kind of Quarter Horse is actually closer to a thoroughbred horse. The Quarter Horse is originally a unit of length, meaning four
One quarter, that is, a quarter of a mile, refers to the distance at which this type of horse excels.
There is also a herding type, also called an old-fashioned quarter. This type of horse is characterized by flexible turning, calm personality, and strong body. This is very useful for cowboys and can cooperate with them to drive cattle, so it is also known as
Call it America's favorite, or the cowboy's favorite horse.
The several quarter horses in the pen are in good shape, neither tall nor short, and their body muscles are also very good. In short, they are the kind that let you know at a glance that these horses are very strong.
It is very important for horses to be strong, because ranch work is not about performing dressage. If a horse wants to adapt to the heavy work of the ranch, physical strength is the first priority. No rancher wants a delicate horse to appear in his ranch.
horse.
“All of these are fine”
Mason said no more.
Seeing similar horses, Zhang Chi didn't know what to choose. He looked around the fence and couldn't decide which horse to choose.
Just when Zhang Chi was picking up his horse, he suddenly felt something behind him. When he turned around, he saw a huge head, which startled Zhang Chi.
When I came back to my senses, I realized that it was a horse in the fence behind me that was approaching with its head stretched out.
Just by looking at it unintentionally, Zhang Chi was attracted by the horse's demeanor.
The horse's head is red, a very rare red, with a hint of gold in the red, like a flame.
But the body is not red, but white. The horse hair is as red as flames from the head to the neck. When the red color reaches the neck, it faints with smoke.
It is pure white from the shoulders to the back, but it is not pure white either. The shoulders and belly are white with dots of fiery red hair scattered on it.
it's beautiful!
Zhang Chi was shocked by the color of this horse's coat at first sight.
Like a flame burning on the snow.
As a Chinese, who can resist this red color?
Originally, he wanted to come over and buy a quarter horse, but after seeing this horse, Zhang Chi forgot all about the quarter horse.
The horse's head was very close to Zhang Chi, so Zhang Chi reached out his hand and gently touched the horse's forehead.
The horse did not give in, nor did it open its mouth to bite Zhang Chi. It just let Zhang Chi's palm gently brush its forehead.
The horse is a crossbred horse, and its body shape is more like a Quarter Horse, but its color is that of an American Pinto horse, and its head has a bit of a Morgan horse.
Mason walked over at this time and stopped three meters away from Zhang Chi.
"You liked it?"
Zhang Chi looked back at Mason and said, "I won't spend a lot of money to buy it."
"Some people have a chance relationship with a horse, and it seems to like you very much," Mason said.
To Zhang Chi's ears, these words were equivalent to seeing that the old cowboy had drawn out a 40-meter machete. Whatever fate or closeness, they were all excuses.
No matter how much Zhang Chi likes this horse, he will not pay more than six hundred dollars for it, not because of anything else, but because his pockets do not allow a flat-headed social denominator like Zhang Chi to be arrogant.
"Six hundred dollars, I won't change the price I agreed on," Mason said.
Zhang Chi originally thought that the old cowboy was going to chop him, but he didn't expect that, so he retracted his hand and touched the horse's forehead again.
"Four years old, gelding, sire is a Quarter Horse, dam is a Pinto..." Seeing that Zhang Chi really liked this horse, Mason introduced it.
If the price remains unchanged, then it is easy to say that although it is a hundred dollars more expensive than ordinary horses, Zhang Chi can accept it.
"Can I give it a try?" Zhang Chi asked.
"certainly!"
Mason opened his mouth to answer, and then walked towards the stable.
"I have the horse gear I just bought in the trunk," Zhang Chi said.
After hearing this, Mason stopped and walked to the back of Zhangchi's pickup truck. He stretched out his hand and took a look, then put the saddle on his shoulder and the bridle in his hand.
When he came to the fence, he put the saddle on the wooden fence and walked in holding the bridle.
After putting on the bridle, Mason led the red and white horse out.
Zhang Chi put on the saddle himself, tightened the girdle to the appropriate tightness, and then took the reins from Mason's hand.