The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

Yellowstone, a small town.

The morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist and entered the room, where Caesar was already up in the cozy space.

"Time to get up~" Caesar stood by the window with his hands on his hips, looking at the shameless Amy.

Amy shrank back, burrowing into the blankets, transforming into a blanket spirit. She thrashed around on the bed a few times, then remained still.

Caesar chuckled at the sight, reaching out to tug at the rolled-up blanket. "Hey, get up!"

Amy swayed irritably a few times before managing to utter a muffled sound.

"I'm taking the day off; I won't be going to work today."

"Oh, who did you ask for leave from?"

Caesar raised an eyebrow and asked.

"You—" Amy replied sullenly.

"Oh, it's me." Caesar nodded knowingly. "Then I disagree!"

The quilt spirit remained quiet for a while, but was eventually dragged off the bed by Caesar.

Actually, it wasn't that late, and Amy usually doesn't stay in bed too long; she just likes playing these little games with Caesar.

After breakfast, Amy went to work in the council chamber.

Caesar then mounted his horse and headed to the cowboy lodge.

After absorbing all the cowboys from Blackpine Valley, the Cowboy Lodge became incredibly large, with over fifty members.

Some of these people were unruly because they had a high status and lived well on their previous ranch. Now that they were on the same level as their former subordinates, they couldn't accept it.

Of course, several months had passed since they were recruited, and under Rip's iron fist, many people began to submit.

But there are still a few die-hards.

Next to the cowboy cabin are several horse training grounds, which are small, circular areas enclosed by wooden fences.

When taming horses, they are released into the training ground and their energy is artificially depleted. At this point, many of the horses with better temperaments will become tamed.

Of course, there are also horses that refuse to be tamed even if they are exhausted to death.

This type of horse requires the trainer to ride it directly, preventing the horse from throwing the trainer off, until the horse accepts the trainer.

Caesar rode closer and dismounted.

Lloyd swaggered over, his bow-legged frame and weathered face beneath a gray beard. He took the Night Fury's reins. "Boss, how are we going to check the cowboys' fighting ability today?"

Caesar glanced at Lloyd. "What do you think?"

"Of course, we should do it the way cowboys do it."

Lloyd chuckled, "I'm afraid I'll be able to get the award too."

Caesar looked Lloyd up and down, a smirk playing on his lips. "Lloyd, it's not that I look down on you."

"With your old bones, once you go on stage, you'll probably be broken into bones in no time."

Lloyd's eyes widened, his white eyebrows bristling coldly.

"Boss, I used to be a rodeo rider. Don't let my age fool you, I'm in great shape even though I'm only in my fifties."

As he spoke, Lloyd patted his chest.

Caesar was immediately dumbfounded. Lloyd's eyebrows and beard were white, and his skin was loose. He looked to be at least sixty years old.

Through Caesar's gaze, Lloyd seemed to want to explain something, but he opened his mouth without saying anything. He knew that no matter how he explained, it would be useless; he did indeed look older than he was.

Lloyd, with his head bowed, led Caesar's horse into the nearby stable.

Half an hour later.

Rip appeared at the cowboy cabin, savagely kicked open the door, and roared inside, "Get up, all of you!"

He shouted as he violently pounded on the beds.

He shouted menacingly, "Today everyone will be tested, so the boss can see what you're capable of as cowboys."

"Hurry up."

Standing in the center of the cabin, Rip glanced at the scattered playing cards and empty bottles on the table and immediately understood how much fun the cowboys had had the night before.

But now is not the time to lecture them.

Rip glared at the cowboy running around looking for his clothes. "Hurry up."

"Don't blame me for not warning you, if you perform well today, the boss will make you squad leaders and manage ten cowboys."

Rip's words were like a grenade thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing an uproar in the cabin.

Among them were ambitious young cowboys and middle-aged cowboys who had once managed cowboys. They were all eager to get started, and their eyes looked different.

Rip nodded to himself, casually called out a few words, and left the cabin, "Cheer up!"

As he stepped out of the cowboy cabin, he looked up and saw Caesar leaning against the horse training ground.

"This horse looks very strong."

Out of the corner of his eye, Caesar saw Rip walking over and said calmly.

Rip rested his hands on the wooden fence in front of him and looked at the horses trotting in the training ground.

The horse has short, chestnut-red hair, a lithe and agile body, and its muscles are streamlined when it runs, with the hair on its neck dancing like fire.

"Yes, this horse has been trained several times, but no one has been able to tame it," Rip said.

Rip looked at Caesar. "What, are you interested?"

Caesar nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Isn't taming a wild horse something many cowboys dream of?"

Rip paused for a moment, then smiled.

"I thought you were a ranch owner managing hundreds of people now and had lost your cowboy ambition, but I didn't expect that the blood in your veins is still so unruly and hot."

Caesar grinned and said confidently, "That's because I won't get hurt while taming this horse."

Hearing Caesar's boastful words, Rip replied curtly, "Yes, yes, yes."

Taming horses is a dangerous thing. Once you get on a wild horse, it will do its best to throw the person off its back. Once you are thrown off, you will hit the ground hard, and if you are unlucky, you will also face being trampled by the wild horse.

It can result in at least several broken bones, and in severe cases, death; the mortality rate is only high, not low.

Caesar knew that Rip didn't believe him, so he didn't try to persuade him with words.

A dozen minutes later, a group of cowboys stood loosely in front of Caesar.

They were dressed in all sorts of denim outfits, wore hats of various colors, and had thick beards on their faces, so they did indeed look like cowboys.

However, Caesar didn't want individualistic heroes like those in Western movies; he wanted a group of obedient and capable warriors.

"So, after all that training, this is all you've produced?"

Caesar said calmly.

Rip wanted to explain, but the answer sheet he had submitted was indeed not satisfactory enough.

He could indeed get the cowboys to listen to him, but he also couldn't change their nature and turn them into obedient warriors.

Caesar knew that Rip had done enough and didn't say anything more.

Taking two steps forward, Caesar surveyed the entire scene with a cold expression.

Everyone was in good spirits, with solid muscles, and looked to be quite capable in combat.

Caesar declared loudly, "I am your boss, I provide you with food and clothing."

"In this apocalypse, you should know what I represent."

"I represent power, the power to decide your life and death."