The Rise of the Ranch King

Chapter 132 131. Cigars and Light Beer

We ended up at the Corral Bar.

It's all thanks to Joey's stamina that he seems to be able to keep going, and running to the reservation doesn't seem to be a problem.

Not all horses enjoy running tirelessly outside in the cold.

Stop and go along the way, stopping to take photos when you encounter special places.

Of course it’s not Route 191, that’s too far. He chose to go straight to the center of town, which would save a lot of time.

During the process, we passed through a forest. I was a little hesitant at first, but finally chose to take the risk because it would take half an hour longer to go around.

As we approached the main road, we encountered a few people riding motorcycles and wearing leather jackets whizzing by. They were probably members of the motorcycle gang. They were riding heavy motorcycles at a speed that was too fast to blink.

The Vargas Motorcycle Gang, I have seen them in the news recently, they have done a lot of evil but they just can't be caught.

Lin Feng analyzed that the reason was that the shabby vehicles at the Hehe Town Police Station were too old and were no match for the heavy motorcycles.

Horses are one of the most common means of transportation in town, so most commercial places are equipped with stables.

The simplest thing is an airtight wooden house with a few wooden pillars and some pasture.

After tying up his horse, Lin Feng pushed open the door and entered the bar.

The strong smell of tobacco and alcohol inside stung him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. There was also the smell of steak. Who knew who ran to the bar and ate the steak.

Today, both the couple were at the Corral Bar, and so were the old NPC cowboys. They were still getting together drunk and chatting as usual.

The temperature in the room was just right, and Lin Feng's head was covered with snow and dust, which made everyone look at the door.

"Flame Joey!"

Someone shouted.

In River Valley Town, Joey's name is much louder than Lin Feng.

Lin Feng responded to everyone's enthusiasm. It felt good to be recognized wherever he went.

Someone asked him if the ranch still needed cowboys, who were ready to work at any time.

David Hubbard's successful re-employment experience inspired the idle old cowboys to dream of one day entering the ranch and living a comfortable life.

"Young man, what would you like to drink?" the landlady Margaret asked with a smile.

"A light beer, that's all I like, thank you."

Their light beer is equivalent to the domestic draft beer made in plastic bags in summer. It has a very light taste and is more thirst-quenching.

Boss Rutherford handed him a bottle of light beer and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. What have you been busy with recently?"

Lin Feng thought to himself, you were sound asleep when I came and it turned into a self-service bar. Can you see me?

"I've been really busy lately. Even though it's winter, there are still a lot of things that need to be done. Besides, I don't like to move after it snows, so I basically don't go out much."

After chatting with the couple for a while, Lin Feng took the wine and went to the window seat. This was a single high chair with a small wooden table, where he could enjoy the snowy scenery outside.

After saying hello to the NPCs, everyone started working on their own.

Some people play Texas Hold'em, some play darts, and some play with gadgets. In short, they are all very leisurely.

Drinking wine, looking out the window, thinking about nothing, it just feels good.

The boss patted him on the shoulder from behind and handed him a cigar.

"Cuban goods."

Lin Feng answered. He doesn't smoke, but he wants to try it today.

In the end, he died after trying it. This thing was too strong and made him cough. It was no fun at all.

The old cowboys around laughed and told Lin Feng not to inhale it into his lungs when he smoked it for the first time, but to spit it out as he inhaled and smell the aftertaste.

Lin Feng looked around and found that almost everyone had a cigar. There was an old man with white hair in a coat. He held the cigar in a very elegant manner, looking like Fidel Castro.

He had better forget it. He had no chance to smoke in this life. It would be good to drink some light beer. Rutherford brought over another plate of thick fries and said they were complimentary.

It tastes good when dipped in ketchup. This kind of thick fries is a Montana specialty. The potato taste is obviously different from other places.

The old cowboys talked about the latest news in Riverdale, and the Corral Bar was an information post.

"I heard that Tranquility Meadow is about to go bankrupt!" Someone opened this topic.

The bar immediately started talking.

The town is so big, even the slightest disturbance can spread.

"McCron is too old and he doesn't have the energy to manage the land."

"When he was young, McClung was one of the best livestock policemen in Riverdale Town. He followed Ben Grando and did a lot of good things for Riverdale Town."

"Do any of you remember Claude Pinotto?"

"Is that the leader of the cattle thieves who died miserably?"

"That's right, McClun broke into Claude Pinotto's base camp alone that night, single-handedly grabbed the guy on horseback and hung him in front of the town hall!"

Lin Feng was very excited when he heard this. He didn't expect that the old man still had a glorious past.

However, these ranchers in River Valley Town were not ordinary people before, otherwise they would not open ranches here.

It's a pity that heroes have their twilight years, and now Tranquility Meadow is in trouble.

Someone told an inside story, that is, his two sons were not as harmonious as they appeared on the surface, and were fighting openly and secretly to succeed their father.

Old MacLean didn't care, and the ranch became what it is now.

Lin Feng didn't notice it, but it seemed unbelievable how these old cowboys who spent all day clubbing knew these private things.

This group of people are like the aunts at the entrance of the village. It is probably common for them to make up stories for others. After drinking, they will say anything.

However, there have been ranches for sale recently. The rancher was old and felt that the winter in Montana was too cold, so he sold the ranch and moved to the warmer south.

After staying in the bar for more than half an hour, Lin Feng was ready to go home.

There was pasture in the stable behind, and Joey ate to his fill. In fact, the horse can be included in the small world. After thinking about it, it is better to have more contact with the real world.

It was getting a little late, and he didn't want to walk too much at night. Besides, the snow was weakening now and the road was not icy. Otherwise, whether he could go home tonight was still a question.

The sun was about to set, the temperature dropped sharply, and the coat I was wearing was no longer reliable.

As we left the center of town, it started to get windy and chilly.

The phone rang halfway, I took it out and saw it was Jasmine.

She was patrolling the road, a little lonely, and wanted to hear his voice.

Knowing that Jasmine was also on Route 191, Lin Feng seemed to have found reinforcements.

"Xiao Min, I'm freezing to death, can you come and pick me up?"

Jasmine over there was a little surprised, "Dear, you didn't drive?"

Lin Feng was about to say horse riding, but he swallowed his words again and changed his words to say that he was out for a walk alone.

After reporting the location, Jasmine will be here in about ten minutes.

Taking advantage of this gap, Lin Feng quickly let Joey enter the small world and waited on the side of the road.

Otherwise, there is no way to ride in a police car with a horse.

It may be suspected of using the bus for private use, but this is a pastoral area, so fuck it!

(End of this chapter)