"Let's go a little further," Javier encouraged, "and maybe we can find the footprints again."

The three of them began to walk carefully along the increasingly rugged mountain road. The snow here was covered with a thick layer of new snow. It was not only difficult for the tired horses to walk on it, but the horseshoes also slipped from time to time, but it was good.

The horses here are very reliable and try to obey their masters despite the difficult roads.

"Hey, look, over there, do you see that?" Javier said, pointing to the dark thing on the snow not far away.

The three of them quickened their pace, and the dark thing gradually took on a distinct shape. It turned out to be the body of a horse.

There was a hint of solemnity in Javier's tone: "When we left Blackwater Town, John was riding this horse."

"Oh... this is really..." Looking at the horse's miserable condition, Arthur couldn't help but frown.

"Only a pack of wolves can inflict such wounds," Brandy held the carbine in his hand, "Be careful, they must not have gone far yet."

"Let's see if he can hear us." Javier said, pulling out his revolver from his waist and firing two shots into the air. The sound of the gunfire echoed in the mountains, like summer thunder.

At this time, a vague shout came from nowhere: "Hey! Help! Here!"

"Hurry! Up there!" Javier rode his horse and walked closely.

After walking a few more steps, the vague voice sounded again, and it was vaguely identifiable as a hoarse male voice: "Is there anyone there? I'm here!"

Javier listened carefully, dismounted and said: "The sound came from somewhere in front. I think we can't continue riding. Let's dismount here and walk over."

As he unloaded a shotgun from the horse, he reminded Arthur: "If I were you, I would bring the shotgun. Who knows what we might encounter."

Arthur nodded, took out a double-barreled shotgun and a sawn-off shotgun from his horse, and turned back to throw the sawed-off shotgun to Brandy.

Gradually going down the rugged mountain road, the mountain wall gradually became steeper and the road under their feet became narrower. The three of them could only cling to the mountain wall and move forward cautiously.

Suddenly, Arthur's feet slipped and he lost his balance. He tilted his body and fell down the cliff. Fortunately, he subconsciously grabbed the protruding rock wall with one hand and did not fall directly.

Brandy, who was walking at the end of the team, saw this and immediately stretched out her hand for Arthur to grab, shouting: "Javier! Come and help!"

When Javier heard the shouting, he didn't hesitate. He immediately turned around and grabbed Arthur's other hand. The two of them worked together to pull Arthur back from the hell.

"To be honest, Arthur, it's time for you to lose weight," Brandy gasped and laughed, "I'm not even that tired from climbing mountains."

Arthur laughed, patted Brandy on the shoulder, and said, "Thanks, kid, I'll teach you how to do it when you get back, and I'll make sure you don't have to be afraid of the bastards from the O'Drisco gang anymore."

"I've never been scared. Don't talk nonsense."

"You should really thank him, Arthur," Javier also smiled, "Honestly, if it was just the two of us, I can't guarantee that I can drag you up."

Somewhere ahead, that hoarse voice was still calling for help.

"Save your strength, John," Arthur shouted, "we'll be there soon."

The three people sometimes went down and sometimes climbed up among the rocks. After a lot of twists and turns, they finally reached a relatively gentle place.

"Damn, this damn place is too cold." Arthur complained in a low voice while crossing his arms.

Javier led the team to a stop at a place that was close to a sliver of sky. He noticed something strange about Arthur and asked, "Arthur, how are you?"

"I don't feel very well," Arthur said. "I've been like this for the past few days."

"I know," Javier nodded, took out a bottle of Kentucky bourbon from his bag, took a sip, and handed it to Arthur, "Here... take a couple of sips. I can't stand this snow anymore."

"Thank you." Arthur took the bottle and took a deep sip, then handed it to Brandy behind him. After Brandi drank the wine, he took out a few pieces of pickled venison breasts from his bag and handed them to Arthur.

: "I still have some food here. The mountain road is not easy to walk on. Let's eat before we hit the road."

The three of them made some simple repairs and moved on.

"Arthur!" John's voice got closer and closer.

"John! Where are you?" Arthur shouted back. "Marston, can you hear me?"

"Here I am!" John shouted. "On the edge of the cliff!"

"That's John," Javier shouted back, "We're coming!"

The three of them made a slight detour and went downwards. Javier, who was walking at the front, stopped by a depression in the cliff and said to the two people behind him: "He's here!"

"I'm over here!" John shouted loudly, as if to echo Javier's words.

"Okay, stop arguing, Marston," Arthur walked to the edge of the cliff, looked over, and couldn't help but sigh, "You really made a mess of yourself."


Chapter completed!