Doomsday America

Chapter 79 Octavian

"Chief Cowboy?"

Gavin, who was still burying the fire amidst the pile of corpses, suddenly straightened up.

He quickly responded over the walkie-talkie.

"Received, I'll go check right away. You guys keep an eye on the gate."

"Okay, Gavin!"

Upon receiving Gavin's order, old Bert continued to keep his eyes on the telescope while shouting to William on the first floor.

"William, guard the gate. No one is allowed to go out. Gavin is trying to identify the person who came."

Just as he was shouting, in his line of sight, a white horse carrying a figure dressed in cowboy attire slowly emerged from the deep forest, crossed the river, and headed towards the horse farm.

The horse did not gallop, but strolled leisurely. The rider seemed to be carrying a bow and arrow, and swayed left and right in sync with the horse's pace.

At the same time, Gavin took a shovel and left the fire, saying...

"Old Mike, you stay here and keep burying the fire. Make sure you don't start any sparks."

"Eugene, drive me to the horse farm!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin forcefully planted the shovel in the ground and strode towards the Raptor pickup truck.

Eugene threw the shovel away and then pounced on the driver's seat, starting the car as he spoke.

"It must be one of those guys from the forest who managed to escape alive. Damn it, he actually spent the whole night in there with dozens of zombies!"

"Is he the chief cowboy of your farm? I knew there were always some amazing people in the countryside, especially on a big farm like yours, there are always a few with special skills!"

"What's his name? Did you grow up together, boss? Do you think he'll burst into tears the moment he sees you?"

At this point, Eugene slammed on the gas, and the Raptor sped across the grassland.

Gavin drew his Colt Python from his waist, popped out the magazine, glanced at it, and responded in a low voice.

"We might cry, but if it really is him, we should all laugh."

"Because our chief cowboy is named Steve Kennedy, he has the same name as Captain America, and he really is a Captain America-like guy."

"Of course, he's not as handsome as in the movies, but that guy definitely has Captain America's skills and personality!"

"Let me put it this way, on my family's farm, no cowboy has ever been bullied or beaten up by his peers for no reason, all because of that guy!"

As Gavin spoke, he could already see the image of the horse farm in his eyes.

The place where they set the body on fire was less than five kilometers from the horse farm, and Eugene could arrive in just a few minutes by flooring the accelerator.

From a distance, Gavin crossed the racecourse and saw a figure on horseback moving slowly on the opposite side, closer to the road.

Meanwhile, on the back of the white horse.

Upon hearing the sound of a car, the figure on horseback quickly put away his bow and arrows, then pulled out a Colt python from his waist.

Holding a gun, the man on horseback pulled on the reins, adjusted the direction, and then kicked the horse's belly hard.

Howling!
After a white horse neighed, it quickly charged towards the raptor.

As the white horse rapidly approached, Eugene gradually slowed down and casually drew his Glock 22.

He was seen driving with his left hand while aiming at the white horse with his right hand, asking a question.

"Boss, did you see it clearly?"

"I see clearly, it is indeed the guy I remember. Let's stop the car and be on guard."

Gavin patted Eugene on the shoulder, knowing Eugene would understand what he meant.

Eugene nodded and quickly stopped the car.

At this moment, the white horse was still nearly 230 meters away from them.

Gavin immediately got out of the car, stood in front of it, and watched the white horses approaching them.

Although the person was indeed someone Gavin knew, Gavin wouldn't be foolish enough to completely trust them just because he knew them.

If Steve harbored ill intentions towards him, then Steve, who still needed to approach on horseback, would obviously find it more difficult to aim at Gavin because he was on horseback.

Gavin, on the other hand, can wait in comfort and wait for the enemy to tire themselves out!
Of course, Gavin would prefer to see the Steve of the past.

In that case, he would not only have a chief cowboy who was born into the family, but also a trustworthy team member who knows farm work very well!
Considering that only one day has passed since the apocalypse, Gavin felt that the chances of Steve's personality changing drastically were extremely small.

So, when Steve got within a hundred meters of him, he raised his hand and waved to Steve from a distance.

Eugene got out of the car with a smile, leaned against the door, naturally hiding half of his body behind it, and also hiding the hand holding the gun behind the door.

In the distance, the figure on the white horse noticed their positions and suddenly pulled on the reins.

After the horse's head was subjected to force, its speed slowed down considerably in the blink of an eye, and the knight himself stared wide-eyed, roaring at Gavin in disbelief.

"Young Master Gavin! You're alive! You're really alive! God bless you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve flicked the reins, causing the white horse to come to an abrupt stop, finally coming to a stop six or seven meters away from Gavin.

As the midday sun shone, Gavin looked at his shocked old friend and finally couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Steve sported a neatly trimmed beard, and his features looked slightly menacing. His hair, the same color as Gavin's, was firmly held back by a brown cowboy hat.

But what makes him memorable isn't his beard or facial features, but rather the conspicuous white horse beneath him and the silver pistol in his hand.

Gavin recognized the pistol; it was a birthday gift his father had given him nine years ago. The pistol was entirely silver-white, even the grip was made of white ivory.

At that moment, Steve quickly holstered his pistol, then jumped off his horse and pounced on Gavin.

Gavin waved to Eugene in response to his old friend's bear hug, then laughed and pulled Steven, who was only slightly shorter than him, into his arms.

"Steve, my good brother, it's great news that you're still alive!"

As Gavin greeted Steve, he patted Steve hard on the back.

Steve screamed twice and hurriedly escaped from Gavin's clutches. He stood in front of Gavin and said excitedly.

"Damn it, you still have such a strong grip. I knew a monster like you could never be killed by those undead!"

"How did you get back? Did you make your way up from Dallas? What's the big city like now? Is Dallas finished too?"

When Steve asked the question, Gavin patted Steve on the shoulder and shook his head.

"I really want to say that everything is normal, but the truth is much crueler. It's not just the big cities that are doomed, brother, the whole world is doomed!"

At this point, Gavin casually tossed his walkie-talkie to Steve and asked a question.

"Where's your walkie-talkie? I got home last night, but I didn't hear you respond to me on the walkie-talkie."

"Stop kidding, bro, I was woken up by the sound of a woman banging on the window in my dream!"

Steve shrugged helplessly and hung the walkie-talkie on his belt.

As he rearranged the walkie-talkie, he continued speaking to Gavin.

"Our town is completely destroyed, brother. The undead have burned half of the town to the ground with the flames of their campfires."

"I don't want to take credit or brag, but after I escaped by luck, I used my Chevrolet Silverado to knock over the water tower, which barely prevented the fire from spreading to the entire grassland!"

"I really don't want to talk about how miserable I was, but my car was crushed under the water tower, so I had to ride Annie shirtless and wearing only a shirt and pants all the way to the horse farm, where I was chased into the forest by the ghostly horses and the living dead!"

At this point, Steve chuckled wryly and patted his shirt. "Those undead were alright; they couldn't outrun Annie at all. But those three horses were a real problem. I wandered around the forest for over ten minutes before I finally found an opportunity to blow their heads off."

"As for this outfit, I found it in Johnny's cabin. His hunter's cabin saved my life, and I owe him a huge favor."

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid I'll have a hard time repaying this favor to him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve sighed, reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of Marlboros, and took out three cigarettes.

After tossing one to Gavin, he turned to Eugene, offered him a cigarette, and asked.

"Who is this, your new agent? I didn't know you liked this style."

"Hey, you bear-like buddy, do you think I look like a sissy agent?"

Eugene chuckled, tucked his gun into his pocket, took the cigarette, and lit it.

Seeing Eugene puffing out smoke, Steve gave him a fierce smile and extended his right hand toward Eugene.

"Steve Kennedy, the chief cowboy of the Gavin family. Don't blame me for emphasizing this identity; after all, it's the only identity I can boast about."

“Eugene Lampard, just call me Eugene. I have so many things to brag about, let’s have a good chat about them later. I admire a real man like you, strong as a bear!”

Eugene and Steve shook hands, and then Steve turned to Gavin and said seriously.

"This guy's not bad. Did you meet him on the road? I was worried that we wouldn't have any good guys on the farm. Now that's settled, it seems Gavin Farm is destined to stand strong!"

"However, young master, our..."

"Alright, stop calling me 'young master,' do you want to stab a badger or something?!"

Gavin interrupted Steve impatiently and continued to tease him.

"The last time I saw you, you weren't this polite. Don't tell me you've been secretly working as a butler for the past two years, bro!"

"It's been over two years since we last met, who knows if a five-time champion will be as good-natured as a three-time champion, bro~"

Steve laughed and put his arm around Gavin's shoulder, while Gavin raised his fist and punched Steve hard.

After taking a punch, Steve made a funny face, then straightened up and laughed for a while before continuing to speak to Gavin.

"Alright, alright, I have to hold back. Damn it, I'm so happy to see you."

"But the problem is really bad now. All our horsemen have run into the forest, and none of them have survived."

"There are hardly any living people in the town. We have to go and take a look in a bit. I haven't been to the dairy farm yet, so I don't know what it's like there, but we're afraid our cattle, horses, and chickens are doomed."

At this point, Steve looked worriedly towards the racetrack, gazing at the racehorses neighing incessantly.

"Judging from the condition of those horses, you didn't feed them enough last night, did you? The cattle are probably in even worse shape. I'm worried that those irritable Angus cattle have already started ramming the fence."

"Brother, how many men do you have left? Don't tell me it's just the three of us!"

"I need good news, anything better than three people will do!"

At this point, Steve looked at Gavin seriously.

In response to Steve's question, Gavin frowned and replied.

"Five men and three women, but two of them were injured. I have already cleared the dairy farm and taken back the estate. After the bodies were cremated, there was a worker tending the fire."

"Wow, that makes nine people including me. We can keep at least a hundred beef cattle and thirty dairy cows, but do we really need that many?"

Steve optimistically flicked his cigarette ash.

Seeing this, Gavin patted his arm and pointed to the horse's back.

"You've come at the perfect time. I was just planning to deal with the cattle and horses this afternoon, and you can be of great help."

"As for now, don't blame me for dragging you straight to work, buddy."

"Come with me to the pile of corpses. Let's deal with the fire first, then go back to the manor to discuss our plan for this afternoon."

At this point, Gavin pointed to the birds of prey to Eugene, while he himself went to the nearby stables to select from among the many horses.

As Eugene drove, Steve mounted his horse, rode it to Gavin's side, pointed to the most luxurious stable, and said...

"You're planning to pick a horse? Then you have no other choice, because your dad has already prepared one for you."

"Its name is Octavian. It is two and a half years old and is a world-class racehorse worth more than 30 million dollars. It has only been at the racecourse for less than half a year and has not yet participated in any high-level competitions."

"The master originally intended to have you personally serve as Octavian's knight during your off-season, but it's not too late for you to get to know him now."

At this point, Steve pulled out the rope next to the saddle, swung it, and hooked it onto the stable door, slowly pulling it open.

"Hiss!!!"

A loud neighing sound rang out in the blink of an eye, and an Akhal-Teke horse with a body gleaming with golden light reared up and trampled straight at Gavin.

Seeing this, Steve laughed and steered his white horse Annie back two steps to give Gavin space, while shouting to Gavin.

"Come on, bro, here comes your favorite part. You know, what I admire most about you is your ability to tame every wild horse!"

“Look at this fine fellow, look at his golden fur, his muscles, his teeth, and his thick bones and hooves.”

"You'll fall in love with him, just like any cowboy would be captivated by him. He's a god-like, dazzling Akhal-Teke!"

At this point, Steve's right hand, which was holding the rope, tightened slightly.

He grew up with Gavin and knew Gavin's abilities well, but they hadn't seen each other for over two years.

If Gavin has neglected his cowboy skills in the last two years, then he must catch Octavian immediately.

Watching Octavian raise his hooves and roar, Steve was genuinely worried for Gavin.

But Gavin...

Not only did he not sweat, but he also revealed a smile that was so excited it exuded a dangerous aura.

He laughed as he quickly turned to the side.

Boom!
The horse's hooves slammed heavily in front of Gavin, and then the horse swung its head to ram Gavin.

Facing the horse's head, Gavin took two steps back, looked directly into Octavian's eyes, raised his hands in a soothing gesture, and called out with a smile.

"Wow, easy, relax, buddy, relax!"

How stupid must someone be to think they can tame a real wild horse with their fists?

A horse tamed by fists will only be a cowardly bully, but a true hunting horse is itself the best warrior!
Reality isn't fiction; Gavin wouldn't beat up that horse.

He slowly stepped back, making way for Octavian to reach the meadow.

"Relax, relax~"

Gavin slowly shooed Octavian away, making it stomp its feet restlessly and move away from the stable.

After Octavian had completely left the stables.

Gavin slowly approached Octavian's side.

Octavian clearly saw his fearless gaze.

Horses can read people's eyes, and they can even sense your fear.

The right to challenge and tame them will only be given by them to those who have no fear of them!

(End of this chapter)