Until today, Zhang Heng had only had two horseback riding experiences, and both of them were children's pony rides in the park when he was young. He was led by a special person and circled around at a speed of about ten miles per hour. I ran a few laps on the palm-sized field.
In other words, this is actually the first time he has really chosen a horse as a means of transportation. Although he also yearns for the scene of galloping on a horse, from the perspective of safety, Zhang Heng decided to start from the beginner level. step by step.
So he finally chose the shortest, thinnest brown horse with a bit of hair loss. Compared with its companions, it looked relatively docile, and Zhang Heng didn't resist it so much when he approached it. Zhang Heng While it was grazing with its head down, it walked to its side.
After trying to stroke its back, the shaved brown horse sneezed and twisted its body twice. Seeing that Zhang Heng had no intention of leaving, it didn't make any more drastic movements, and continued to bury its head in the grass.
That's all for you.
Zhang Heng made a decision in his heart. It's not that he doesn't know that this horse is not as good as other horses, but no matter how good a thing is, it can only be useful if it meets a suitable owner. For Zhang Heng, there is no other horse than this horse right now. A horse with a Buddhist personality is 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 didn't rush to get on the road, but rode his new horse around the town for a couple of laps to relive the feeling of riding a horse.
He still remembered a little of what he had learned in the park.
For example, don’t put the soles of your feet in the stirrups too tightly, so as not to be dragged away by the horse as a rag when you fall off the horse. There seems to be a saying about grabbing the reins, but Zhang Heng has already forgotten, and he also can’t remember the sitting position on the horse. , but he still remembered a little about starting and decelerating. After turning to him to study for a while, he could barely do it, but he was not very proficient.
There is no way, he is just a novice who is groping by himself after all. In fact, because of his excellent sense of balance and control over his body, he has already done much better than most beginners.
After practicing for a while, Zhang Heng felt that he was almost ready to go on the road, so he put on his felt hat, pulled the reins and set off in the direction of Lincoln County.
On the vast Gobi, a cowboy knight with two guns is riding his horse galloping under the scorching sun. This picture has the feeling of a western movie.
Of course, it depends on how you define galloping, in fact Zhang Heng and his shaved horse are only a little faster than walking.
But Zhang Heng can't complain too much if he doesn't have to walk by himself, and he doesn't dare to let the horse let go. One is for his own safety, and the other is to prevent it from reaching the destination. A horse that didn't seem to be very good ran the splits by itself first, so Zhang Heng could only walk.
One person and one horse embarked on the journey in this way.
When the sun rose to the highest position in the sky, according to the usual practice, Zhang Heng found a slightly shady place, got off his horse and replenished some water and food. By the way, according to his current calculation, it would take him five days to reach Lincoln County. After that, there is no problem with food, but water, if you include the horse's share, it can only last for three days. Of course, you can't die if you don't drink water for a day or two, but neither does Zhang Heng. What self-abuse habit.
According to Rich, who has already died, there are other towns between the mining town and Lincoln County, but it takes a little detour. After seven days.
Fortunately, Zhang Heng is not short of time now.
After lunch, Zhang Heng and his hairless horse set off again, this time they walked for five hours.
The scene of the Gobi has a desolate grandeur, but it will also feel monotonous after a long time.
In addition, after sitting on the horse for such a long time, Zhang Heng's muscles also began to feel sore. At the same time, under the friction of the saddle, his thighs were also a little uncomfortable, and this was only his first day.
It is said that when the railway was not built much, the cowboys would sometimes trek for several months in order to drive the cattle. During this period, they not only had to look after thousands of cattle, guard against wolves and poisonous snakes, and sometimes faced ambushes from Indian tribes. However, even after the initial construction of the railway network has been completed, selling live cattle still requires cowboys to travel far away.
So the people who can do this job are some 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 to cook, drank the corn paste he had boiled, and then heard the sound of horseshoes.
Zhang Heng took out the [filter lens] on his body, and when the visitor entered the effective range of the [filter lens], he could see the face of the other person clearly. It was a middle-aged man with a mustache, and he seemed to be running in the desert. It's been a while, and his face is gray, but it doesn't hide his handsome face.
However, the first thing Zhang Heng noticed was the police badge on his left chest, but this police badge didn't make him relax his vigilance.
This is the wild west known as the lawless place, and no one can really rely on it except the gun in his hand. Even the sheriff or the bailiff has many people who are both good and evil. Guys even black and white.
Such people are even more dangerous than real gangsters.
Zhang Heng did not speak, and directly pulled out a Colt revolver from his waist.
The other party's reaction was also quick, and subconsciously drew his gun when he saw this.
However, the distance between the two was about 250 meters, and it was night. With the blessing of the [filter lens], 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 opponent's identity, the shot was just a warning. The bullet accurately hit the gun in Mustache's hand, causing his weapon to fly out.
"Oh, take it easy my friend, I'm a law enforcement officer and I don't mean any harm." Mustache pulled the reins and stopped the horse. Zhang Heng was very envious of his unintentional equestrian skills.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Law Enforcement Officer." Zhang Heng said calmly, but did not take back the gun in his hand.
The bailiff on the opposite side obviously understood Zhang Heng's vigilance, just like he would draw his gun first before choosing to communicate. In this deserted wilderness, no matter how careful you are, there is nothing wrong.
He raised his hands, indicating that he had no mischievous intentions, and brought the horse closer to the bonfire. Finally, he could roughly distinguish Zhang Heng's appearance. He was stunned, "Are you an Indian?"
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