PFC Chapter 103 Reinforcements? The Army!
Chapter 103 Reinforcements? The Army!
Chapter 103 Reinforcements? The Army!
The Klaus tribe wants one hundred cows?
Once this deal is done, the Dutton family will likely face more than just trouble.
The Klaus group was eventually settled in the tool shed.
The Dutton family served them fine wine and meat.
As night fell, the ranch fell into an unusual silence.
Whether it was the women's sheds or the men's livestock sheds, the lights went out exceptionally early, as if the entire ranch had fallen into a dream ahead of time.
This unusual silence aroused suspicion in "Snow Wolf's" mind.
"Sleep!" The shaman's aged yet authoritative voice rang out, and everyone lay down as instructed.
In the dead of night, a sudden "knock knock knock" sounded on the door.
"Snow Wolf" suddenly rolled off the ground and yanked open the tool shed door!
A cold wind blew in, but there was no one outside the door.
He looked around warily, and when his gaze swept over the direction of the livestock shed, his pupils suddenly contracted. The door of the livestock shed was wide open!
"A thief has broken in!" The thought instantly popped into my head.
Without a second thought, "Snow Wolf" charged toward the livestock shed!
However, the shed was empty, with no sign of the cattle thieves, and even the person who was supposed to be on night duty was nowhere to be found!
How bizarre! So bizarre!
He immediately turned back and whispered what he had seen and heard to the clan chief and the shaman who was resting with his eyes closed.
In the darkness, the chieftain's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the shaman with unbelievable excitement.
The shaman kept his eyes closed, his voice low and menacing: "The time has come; we should leave."
In the dead of night, when all was quiet, the shaman and the chieftain arrived silently at the door of the livestock shed where Tom and his family lived.
The clan chief gently and solemnly took a heavy leather bag from his bosom and carefully placed it on the cold threshold.
The shaman then took off a small bundle from his person and carefully tied it to the door bolt with a thin leather rope.
The old man's cloudy yet profound gaze fell into the shed.
Inside the door, Tom, lying on the haystack, had opened his eyes at some point and was silently gazing into the darkness, as if he and the aged gaze outside the door had completed some kind of silent exchange through the wooden plank.
At dawn, a scream shattered the tranquility of the pasture!
"ah--!"
Tom and the others were awakened and rushed out of the barn.
Zach looked like he'd seen a ghost, pointing towards the cattle pen and shouting, "The livestock shed! It was robbed last night!"
"What's missing?" Cooper asked anxiously.
"We lost—we lost several cows!" Zack's face was contorted with pain, and his voice trembled.
"Several?"
Dan, with his mustache, raised his eyebrows dramatically and pointed to the cattle in the nearby pen, which had clearly shrunk considerably.
"Zack, are you blind? How can there be so many cattle? I think it's a clear case of cattle thieves who have emptied our herd!"
Zack was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what he meant and nodded frantically, "Yes, yes, yes! It's a cattle thief! That damned cattle thief!"
Tom couldn't bear to watch their exaggerated acting anymore, so he silently turned his face away and looked towards the distant snow.
The traces had been carefully cleaned up by someone.
As for the heavy leather bag by the door and the mysterious package tied to the door, Tom had already quietly put them away.
In April, the warm spring didn't arrive, nor did the weather warm up enough for me to head to Oregon.
But then came an unexpected piece of good news.
Reinforcements have arrived.
It was a rare sunny day, without any wind or snow.
Tom, who was patrolling the perimeter of the ranch, saw a group of people rushing towards the ranch like madmen from afar!
Tom's heart tightened, and he took off running towards the ranch, shouting as he ran to gather more people.
The people on the ranch were stunned by what they saw.
Dozens of men, exuding murderous intent, rushed straight towards their ranch! What were they here for? Even a fool would know.
"Prepare for battle!" James roared, and everyone immediately grabbed their weapons and ducked into the trenches.
During this time, Tom and his men were busy digging this trench.
Although I don't know if it will work, it's always good to be prepared.
Who would have thought we'd be using it so soon!
"Kill them, charge!" The bandits roared frantically and desperately, with a ruthless determination to fight to the death.
Just as everyone gripped their gun barrels and held their breath in that instant...
boom! boom! boom!
Suddenly, a barrage of gunfire erupted in the distance!
The ranch people suddenly realized: these bandits had been chased all the way here!
"Who did it?"
On this frozen snowfield, who else could chase dozens of ruthless bandits so desperately?
But that doesn't matter anymore! What matters is that the bloodthirsty bandits want to use their ranch as a breakthrough point!
"Damn it, do they really think we're pushovers?"
"They don't respect us at all!"
"Let's teach them a lesson!"
"Tom! You're a scout, you're not allowed to fire!" Just as everyone was cursing, the father snatched the rifle from James's hand and casually shoved it into the hands of the cook, Jonah.
"I still have my left hand!" Tom struggled to seize one last chance.
James pretended not to hear.
What's even more amazing is that the cook Jonah took the gun, and without saying a word, placed Tom's gun under his body and pressed it down with his body!
"Old Joe! What are you doing?" Tom was completely bewildered by his actions.
The gunfire grew louder and closer!
One by one, the bandits behind them fell off their horses.
Only then did the ranch people finally see who was chasing after the bandits.
"A soldier? The army?"
This is the Bozeman Trail, which was once patrolled by the military to protect immigrants.
But those are all old almanacs from so many years ago?
"Shoot!" James yelled, his voice hoarse.
The guns in everyone's hands exploded instantly, and bullets rained down on the charging bandits!
The bandits were stunned!
They only wanted to use the pasture to shake off their pursuers, assuming that the army behind them would be hesitant to act against the civilians in the pasture.
Who the hell would have thought that these "civilians" not only dug trenches, but also had gun barrels that were frighteningly hot!
"Damn it! Go around! Retreat!" The bandit leader's eyes were bloodshot as he roared and turned his horse around, leading his remaining troops to try and slip away from the side of the pasture.
Will James let them off the hook?
"Dan! Ennis! Cooper! Follow me!"
He saw that the pursuing army was closing in, roared and joined the army's torrent, and charged towards the fleeing bandits!
Zach remained where he was, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers who had reined in their horses and stopped in front of the pasture.
"Are you the owners of this place?"
Tom quickly answered, "No! The owner of this ranch was murdered long ago! The cowboys were killed too! The cattle were all stolen!" He was telling the truth, but he omitted the crucial timeline.
The rancher was killed before the first snowfall, and the cowboys were killed by bandits in winter. The bandits tried to rob "Dutton House" but were instead sent to their deaths by Tom with a bomb!
As for the cattle? They're conveniently kept in a livestock shed some distance away!
Thanks to the heavy snow, the horribly damaged battlefield was completely covered up.
"We fled here! We're using this place to shelter from the snowstorm!" Tom added.
The middle-aged officer gave Tom a deep look, and finally led his cavalrymen at breakneck speed in the direction James and his men were pursuing!
After that, Tom and his friends not only received the army that seemed to have descended from the heavens, but also finally received the news that the train had resumed service!