Riding his beloved horse, he shuttled through the forest. The Mottled sunshine gave the woods an incomprehensible elegance. Old John took out a wrinkled letter from his arms and unfolded it slowly.
"Dear Kent:"
"If you can see this letter that God has not taken you away, you should also consider what we discussed before."
"It''s impossible for you not to come back all your life. Do you really want to wait until the bad news comes and regret what you''ve done?"
"My father is very old. He fell some time ago. Now he can''t continue to do anything. He can only move a short distance every day. He looks very poor..."
"Although he has never said anything to us, we all know that he is very guilty and regrets what he has done to you."
"For the sake of his being old and going to see God, all my family and I ask you to come back and see him if you can, even if it''s only a few days..."
The letter was not long, but the content made old John a little... Worried.
John is his name after he became a gold digger to cover up his real name. When he was young, he left the house after arguing with his father because of ideas, and vowed that he could fight for a future with his own hands even without the support of his family.
Obviously, he overestimated his ability and underestimated the reality of society. When he was desperate and unwilling to go home and admit his failure, he became a gold digger.
It was the best time for gold diggers. People said that countless wealth was hidden in the wilderness of the West. He really believed it. It was more than ten years since the day he set foot in the West. (as mentioned earlier, old John is not old)
In these long years, he has almost forgotten his past and that there was an old man who was always rude to him, laughed at his dreams and refused his requests.
It was not until he met his brother unexpectedly a few years ago that he had a new contact with his family. At the same time, he knew that his family had never given up looking for him.
As long as his brother is free, he will come to the west, because before he came to the west, he said to his former colleagues that he would come to the west to seek wealth.
For such an ethereal clue, every city in the West has footprints left by his family, just to find him.
When he was young, he didn''t want to go back because of his vigor. He just wanted to prove to his father that all his ideas were right and that he would be the person he wanted to be.
If he doesn''t want to go back now, he has no face to go back. Even if he doesn''t want to admit it, he has to admit that he is wrong and his father is right.
Sometimes it''s easy to pick things up, but it''s hard to put them down.
Recalling the pale past in his memory, old John put the letter back in the letter and packed it close to him.
The killing during this period and the subtle changes in the camp made him feel irritable. Especially his injured leg kept warning him that the gold prospector was not a naive career full of dreams.
Maybe one day, if he is not careful, he will lose his life in this wilderness. No one will even know what happened to him and where he died.
The gold mine is so attractive,
The hand gripping the reins was a little white, and the inner struggle was very fierce. After a long time, he sighed.
Take some more ore back this time. Gather up three or five thousand yuan and go home. The money may not be much, but at least we can open a small shop in our hometown.
Suddenly, he looked up at the bushes on one side and raised his shotgun. Under his gaze, a rabbit jumped out of the bushes and stopped.
After old John watched for a while, the muzzle was slightly down, but suddenly he raised the muzzle and shot at the bush.
Isn''t that always the case in the film? The guy who is hiding accidentally makes a noise, and then doesn''t know where a bird comes from, or runs away with rabbits, cats and other things, which makes people mistakenly think that no one is there.
After one shot, there was no noise in it. No one tried to endure the pain, pretending that others could not hear, and there was no sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
He quickly withdrew the bullet and refilled a bullet. With a very skilled backhand, he inserted the shotgun into the holster of the saddle. He grabbed the reins with both hands and shook hard. After the gunshot just passed out, someone will come to check it soon.
He entered the mountain alone this time, and he was also very clear about the virtues of the gold miners. Even if he met a single person, he would have some unfriendly ideas.
On the tree crown 30 meters away, a guy with oil paint on his face raised his gun, and the muzzle of the gun stretched out from the tree crown
The strong wind in his ears shook old John''s greasy sideburns, and the strong wind poured into his ears. There were also bursts of sharp tinnitus. Time seemed to be tired and wanted to have a rest at this moment.
The bullet revolved slowly close to his temple with a cyclone. He had tried his best to avoid it, but the slow moving speed was powerless.
At this moment, his heart was calm. Maybe from the day he came to the west, he knew he would come to this end.
Everyone is exchanging their lives for money. Some people are dead, some are about to die, and no one can get out of this iron law.
Thinking of the people he killed before, old John no longer tried to avoid, but felt funny and ridiculous. This may be an endless reincarnation.
He killed a lot of people. Now it''s his turn.
The bullet was slowly embedded in his flesh. He thought it would hurt very much. In fact, he didn''t feel the pain as expected, or even feel it.
The skin and flesh crushed by the rotating bullet swirled past the corner of the eye, there was a crack in the skull, and the bullet was blocked for a moment.
"Sorry..." at the end of his life, old John just wanted to say an apology that he would never say.
The next second, the whole skull was lifted out.
The second gunshot sounded. The birds circling over the nest were frightened again and flew away quickly. A moving team nearby suddenly stopped, turned the horse''s head and walked quickly towards the place where the gunshot sounded.
Seven or eight minutes later, the team came to the place where the gunshot sounded. After searching for a while, they found old John with one foot hanging from the stirrup.
Several people in the team immediately raised their shotguns to guard. One of them turned off his horse, walked to old John, pulled his feet out of the stirrup, squatted down to check his injury, and then searched his body.
"One shot to death... Everything is there. The other party may not have gone far. Be careful around.", checking the body, the man took out old John''s square towel, untied it, and then took out everything on him, including the letter.
In fact, gold diggers often encounter such things. These people are also prison gold diggers and know how to deal with the current situation.
They took out all the valuable things on old John, packed them, hung them on old John''s horse, and led old John''s horse away quickly.
Such assassinations continue to occur in the yagur mountains, and there will be a gunshot from time to time. The gold miners on their way did not find anything too unusual until the end of the rotation and the moment they withdrew from the mountains.
The gold miners who came back from the mountains happily said that bags of gold ore were sent to the recycling bin in exchange for a lot of cash. Now all they need to do is revel.
Gold mine is always one of the favorite things of gold miners. A small piece of gold ore can be exchanged for a lot of money, which can make them realize the happiness of gold miners and the value of their existence.
With money, gold miners swarmed into nearby entertainment places, among which the bar was the most attractive place. Here you can get drunk, find skilled women, exchange experience and exchange information.
Almost everything gold miners need can be found here.
In the evening, the biggest bar in the West District suddenly boils. Some people claim that eagle eye is dead, which makes the gold miners in the bar very dissatisfied.
Eagle eye is the most famous legendary gold digger in the West. It is no longer a title, a symbol, but a spirit.
Now, there''s a rumor that he''s dead?
The young man with a black nose and a swollen face was butted against the corner by several strong men. A circle of people surrounded him. Everyone angrily abused and cursed the rumor monger.
"Boy, listen, if you don''t want to die in a smelly ditch in the middle of the night, you''d better kneel down and seriously apologize for your stupid behavior!"
The little man covered his bulging cheeks and said vaguely, "I didn''t spread rumors or lie. Really, eagle eye died and his bodies were brought back..."
There was a moment of silence in the bar, and a strong man roared, "it''s impossible. Eagle eye can''t die. Last time more than a dozen people killed him, none of them succeeded. He''s even more unlikely to die in the mountains..."
"But the body has been brought back..."
Eagle eye is dead?
The people in the bar were silent. They may not be familiar with each other and may not have said a word, but eagle eye is the object of everyone''s worship. Every gold digger in the west side will feel excited when he is alive.
His legendary stories, his legendary experiences, and his terrible shooting skills largely symbolize the ideal state of gold miners.
Not only eagle eyes, but most people who have been called "legendary gold diggers" are like this. They set an example and pointed out a direction for all gold diggers. They are the living future and the living hope!
But now, someone tells them that this benchmark, example, future and hope are... Dead?
Everyone has to face death one day, even though everyone knows it.