Okra Town, Congeni.

The scorching sun barbecued the earth, the wind blew, and bursts of yellow sand swept over the cactus.

Not far away, a red canyon is clearly visible.

It used to be a gold panning spot, which once swarmed into tens of thousands of fanatical gold panners.

Some of them became rich overnight, and some died on the streets. After a carnival full of blood and death, most of them left silently, leaving a mess, as well as the town of okra.

Horses are the most convenient means of transportation here.

Cowboys and muskets are the customs here.

There is also a local tradition of dueling. It is not a gentleman duel that counts one, two or three back-to-back, but a duel between cowboys. The victory and death are decided in a few seconds.

Good marksmanship and quick pull-out are enough to win you applause and even the favor of beautiful women!

Therefore, don\'t underestimate the locals.

Among those cowboys! It may even hide [soldiers], or even [gun fighters]!

Most of them make a living by herding cattle and horses. Sometimes they also work as part-time bounty hunters. Of course, if they are forced to make a living, it is not difficult to do one or two tickets occasionally.

At this time, Sulu stepped into the territory of okra town.

He was wearing a cowboy hat, a jacket, red cloth edged mid waist jeans, riding boots... It was just a copy of the local people\'s dress. After a few steps, he saw a bar.

Push open the shutter door with only the middle half and enter it.

For a time, it seemed that many eyes looked at it and disappeared.

The bar is noisy, and the tobacco is mixed with the taste of wine, which is full of smoke.

The noise and curse, the girl\'s smile and the wine customer\'s flirtation seem to converge into a unique symphony.

On the wooden wall on one side, there is also a row of wanted notices, which draw several vicious portraits with the amount of reward written below.

There are only a few, with black-and-white photos, but the distortion is very high.

Seeing this scene, Sulu smiled and sat down at the bar: "a glass of beer!"

"As a welcome to foreigners, the first cup is on me!"

The middle-aged bartender, dressed in a white shirt, a black vest and a sexy moustache on his mouth, quickly brought a large glass of beer and said with a smile.

"Why... See that I\'m a stranger?"

Su Lu glanced as like as two peas, and changed his clothes.

"You\'re missing one more thing!"

The middle-aged bartender made a sign in his eyes: "there\'s a gun bag missing from your waist... And so is your accent!"

Sulu sipped his beer and nodded thoughtfully.

Compared with big cities in the East, the gun ban here is much looser. Basically, every cowboy will bring one or two revolvers and claim that this is "man\'s brilliance".

Sulu also liked this kind of brilliance, and immediately decided to go for self-defense later.

Just then, he frowned.

Inspiration felt many eyes converging and full of malice, as if wolves were watching a lamb mixed in.

"Is this... Taking me as a fat sheep?"

Sulu smiled and waited to see which came first to die.

Just a glass of beer, he heard a lot of information.

For example

"Butcher" Greider, who ranked first in the amount of reward, robbed which bank and did what evil.

Also, where did the second "grand theft" zolen appear? He played with a group of mounted policemen, and no one has ever seen his true face.

"Burp..."

Next to Sulu, two cowboys were very excited. A red nosed cowboy shouted, "local mounted policeman woods is my cousin. Last time I wanted to build a forage yard, I needed a piece of land and asked my wife to make an apple pie for him. Do you know what he said?"

He glanced at Sulu, and his voice became louder: "after he accepted the apple pie, he gave me a large bundle of rope and declared that as long as the rope was around, it would belong to me!"

"This may be true."

Sulu didn\'t think so. He knew that in some places in the central and western part of the Federation, the boundary between written law and folk custom had not been completely divided, and because of the shortage of police force, sometimes only one mounted policeman in a small town was responsible for handling all kinds of affairs and disputes, and dividing the ownerless wasteland.

If it hadn\'t been for this, he wouldn\'t have come yet.

What I like is a large number of legal loopholes in the state. It\'s easy to get a few identities.

Of course, the red nose nearby said so deliberately, which is suspected of intimidating himself.

If you are really an outsider and have no guns to protect yourself, you can guess what will happen next.

Basically, even if the appeal may not have any results, regional protectionism will still persist even after another 20 years.

Especially in the Midwest where cowboy culture is rampant, if ordinary people resist a little, it may not be impossible to become a corpse!

"Hey, stranger, won\'t you buy old will a drink?"

Sure enough, after red nose boasted, he stared at Sulu and looked provocative.

"Old will, this is my bar after all!"

The bartender yelled.

Sulu was surprised that the boss was so dedicated.

"Burp... Yes, this is your territory! Boy, dare you go out with me?"

Old will pointed to Sulu.

"OK!"

Sulu readily agreed and immediately heard a sigh around him.

"How did old will take it?"

"He\'s so lucky... He\'ll treat him in the evening!"

……

"What is this? Are you sure you want me?"

Sulu sneered and followed old will out of the bar.

Not to mention the ability of [mystic], with the agility of [rogue] as high as 3.0, he can do some things that ordinary people think are incredible, such as... Hiding bullets!

Of course, this does not mean that he is faster than a bullet, but he can pull the trigger faster than his opponent.

As long as it wasn\'t [gun fighter] with ordinary guns, Sulu wasn\'t very afraid.

"Just... I\'m missing a left wheel..."

Sulu glanced at the gun bag around old will\'s waist and was not satisfied.

"Foreigners..."

Old will was unaware of his fate and was showing a ferocious smile. Suddenly, his face turned to surprise and looked at the entrance of the town.

Sulu followed his eyes and saw two knights bathed in the red sunset. The leading one was a cowgirl with wheat complexion.

She is as fit as a female leopard. She is equipped with a gun bag on both sides of her waist. One hand is holding the reins, and the other hand is strung with a straw rope. The straw rope is connected with the knight behind. She is a unlucky guy whose upper body is heavily bound.

"Is it her?"

Old will exclaimed in a low voice, glared at Sulu, showed an expression of \'lucky for you\', and turned back to the bar.

"That\'s it?"

Sulu stayed where he was, a little stunned. His first appearance was so over?

And this cowboy, is it a beauty to save a hero?