Wolf Barrel 5.56

"Cotto, what's going on? You're not that kind of girl, are you?

Suddenly a rampaging carriage horse - stroking its long face, the old man spoke quietly.

The horse has an unfortunate colour in his eyes against his lord, the old man.

The old man twisted his neck as he saw how it was.

I will have a long relationship with this female horse I named Coteau.

But I never had a rampage like this. He was such a sweet-hearted kid with slow legs but cares about the presence behind him.

Yet all of a sudden he was rampaged like 'caught on fire at the tail'.

I was about to involve someone who had quickly passed nearby - probably an Alliance or Rest House official. Although I'm glad the official pulled Cotto's reins for me, it would have been important if this had been a crowded place.

The short life expectancy ahead was such that it was reduced to half.

Are you sick or stressed?

With his gray-haired head hanging, the station carriage rider next door called out.

"How are you, Grandpa?

"Oh, thanks to you, I'm not hurt. I just got a crack in the front wheel."

"Is it terrible?

While seeping "well" discouragement. "One and two more round-trips will crack it"

"Ahhh so much. To fix it?

"No, I've been using this guy for a long time and he's been coming all over the place. I'll throw it away and make a new one. It's just the right time."

So don't worry, the old man caresses the horse gently.

A new man called out on the back of such an old man.

"Then could you give that carriage away?

Man - The man in the skinhead gave up his carriage from the old man for a pretty low price.

And when the man connected the carriage to his horse, he followed Totori.

The man's carriage took off the street, proceeded to the mountain road and eventually stopped at a point.

There's nothing there, left and right in the middle of the road surrounded by woods. But this is the destination.

The man whistles briefly.

Silence for a while.

A few birds winged over the skinhead.

Eventually, the left and right bushes shook and several men showed up. When the man got off the carriage vendor's platform, he uttered words to one approaching man - an old scratchy man.

"Parenthood, Found Feet"

The man, called Parenthood, opens his mouth with vigilance in his eyes.

"Where's the tail?

"I changed course four degrees, but I'm fine"

"Okay."

The man with the old wound nodded, "Peel off the paint and change the color," "Don't forget to sharpen the identification plate," "The identification is Tsuji carriage," and "Reinforcement of the wheel receptacle is light. Once you can use it, that's fine." Skip the instructions to those who could follow behind you.

In doing so, the carriage the skinhead came on ended up in something else.

The old wounded man looked at the situation satisfactorily, and said.

"Well, let's start fishing"