Come to our side, the old man said
I’ll stay at the edge of the forest, replied Greg
Don’t give me the willies, I can say I won’t shoot anyone, the old man said.
Your single-barrel shotgun can shoot your fingers once.
I shot at a large area of the old man, but he stepped back a few steps and decided that all three of them were within the scattering surface of the big shotgun, and then said that the horses were together.
Except for Ge, everyone else dragged their ears forward from the reins of several horses in Malay. It seems that Byron was injured by an old man. He touched the wound to see the blood on his fingers and then wiped them on his shirt. Another man’s name was Ai Long. He tilted his head to one side and put a pink tip of his tongue out of his mouth. He carefully watched every movement. The white-headed boy rubbed his blue eyes and pulled his skirt back and forth, as if he had just slept in this dress, and then he was absorbed in examining his left index finger nails. It was almost as long as his fingers, reminding people of living people who kept their nails to dry cut butter or dig lard.
The old man pointed a shotgun at the three men and looked at their equipment.
What can a nigger do with a cavalry sabre? Can he be a barbecue fork? He asked Ge.
No one spoke for a long time. The old man asked, What are you doing here?
You know Greg said to catch deserters
They all left, and the old man said that he had been hiding in the forest for a long time and could not find them, or he climbed to the other side of the mountain and crossed the border to surrender to the federal government.
Oh, Gordon, according to you, we should all go home. Is that what you mean?
That will save everyone the trouble, said the old man
You’d better be careful. We may hang your old dog, too. Greg said that if they left, why did you stop us with a gun in the road?
Just then the white-headed boy suddenly threw himself on the ground and shouted ten thousand kings.
The old man’s attention just fell on the teenager’s body. Ai Long suddenly stepped forward and slammed his left fist on the old man’s head, followed by a palm. This burly man’s hand was so quick that it was unexpected that the old man fell on his back and his hat fell in the mud beside him. Ai Long picked up the shotgun and the gun barrel continued to hit when the butt of the gun was broken. The old man lay motionless on the road for a moment. He seemed to be conscious, but his eyes were confused. The liquid in his ear was exactly the same as coffee gravy soup.
Byron spat at the ground and wiped away the blood spattered on his head. The tip of the sabre touched the old man’s proud flesh until there was a stream of blood and he was injured.
Barbecue fork, he said
Forget it. Ai Long said there was nothing he could do.
Although the two men are big men, their voices are sharp and thin like birds chirping.
Byron took the knife from the old man, held it in both hands, and waited for no one to react. It was no more powerful to pierce the old man’s abdomen with a gentle delivery than to put the agitator into the milk bucket.
Byron stepped aside and spread his hands left and right. The blade was gone, and the scroll-shaped armguard wrapped around the wire handle poked him from the old man’s chest. He struggled to think of it, but raised his head and knees, and his body was firmly nailed to the ground.
Byron looked at Greg and said, Do you want me to finish him?
Let him fight to the last breath, Gedao
The white-headed boy has been lying on the ground until he got up and walked to the old man and watched him.
He’s ready to die. The teenager said his light was on and he was waiting for his groom.
Everyone laughed except the old man Gege said, Shut up, Burch. Let’s do something.
When they rode to the house, the old man screamed with his last breath and died. When he rode past the old man, Byron leaned over from the saddle and was as sensitive as a circus equestrian. He pulled out the sabre, wiped the blood from the horse’s mane and put it back in its sheath.
Byron came to the front of the courtyard and kicked off the latch. Several people rode through the door and didn’t stop until the porch.
There is a festive atmosphere in Laige’s voice.
See no one to watch Byron Ai Long move towards the front door.
