1899, America, northeastern Ambarino, Spider Gorge.

  This year, winter was exceptionally late in departing.

  Even though it was already May, the overcast sky continued to shower the land with goose feather-like snowflakes, burying everything beneath a blanket of snow.

  "Damn it, how can it still be snowing so heavily in May!" Stephen muttered under his breath, gazing at the vast expanse of white before him, the thought of trekking through such weather filling him with discontent.

  The heavy snow severely hampered his progress, forcing him to trudge slowly through the drifts.

  He reached up with his free left hand and removed his wide-brimmed cowboy hat, revealing a head of blond hair.

  He grasped the brim and smacked the hat hard against his leg twice to dislodge the accumulated snow, then quickly placed it back on his head. In just that brief moment, he could feel the wind biting at his head.

  The howling north wind whipped snowflakes into his collar, sleeves, and other openings, causing Stephen to involuntarily shiver.

  He tightened his thick black coat and pulled his scarf up higher around his neck, hoping to withstand the cold a little longer.

  Supporting his hat, he looked up at the leaden sky. Night was approaching, and he needed to find a sheltered place to camp soon.

  If he kept walking with his head down like this, he felt as though his tall riding boots would soon freeze solid.

  Leading his horse, he followed the creek northward for a while. If all went according to plan, he would reach his destination in another two or three hours.

  But inevitably, the unexpected was about to occur.

  Just as Stephen reached the edge of a ridge, four audacious figures emerged from behind a rock outcrop, surrounding him with their weapons drawn.

  "Hey, kid, looks like you've got a bountiful haul there," the apparent leader said with a smirk, eyeing the two horses behind Stephen with clear satisfaction.

  "Whoa, check out that white horse he's got, you see that? She's a beauty! That thing's gotta be worth a fortune!"

  This robber knew his worth, instantly picking out the most valuable prize.

  "Come on, guys, really? You're out robbing in this weather? Are bandits really scraping the bottom of the barrel these days?" Stephen said, showing no fear as he sized up the four men, even managing a touch of mockery.

  A lie wouldn't hurt, the truth is a swift blade.

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  Stephen's words enraged the four bandits, and they all raised their guns, pointing them at him.

  "Enough talk, toss your gun, or I'll blow your head off!" the leader barked at Stephen.

  "Okay, okay, okay, don't get excited, you're scaring me to death," Stephen said dramatically, clutching his head in mock fear. "I'm getting it, I'm getting it!"

  "Hurry up! Quit stalling!" the man yelled, trying to intimidate him.

  Stephen reached his hand slowly toward the back of his waist. "Alright, alright, you see, I'm reaching for my gun now, and I'm going to drop it on the ground. You all just try to stay calm, don't shoot, I'm a real wimp."

  "You do not want to die? Then hurry."

  Stephen slowly pulled out his gun, a very beautiful Schofield Revolver, adorned with a pretty flower engraving, clearly an expensive piece.

  "I'm going to drop the gun, I'm going to drop it right now."

  Stephen shakily dropped the pistol onto the ground in front of him. While everyone's attention was focused on the gun, his other hand instantly pulled another pistol from his jacket!!

  "Bang! Bang!"

  Two extremely close gunshots were heard and the two gangsters who were standing in the front immediately fell to the ground, their fresh red blood tainted the pure snow, which looked extremely glaring.

  The remaining two were stunned. What was going on? Where did this guy get the gun? How did his teammates die suddenly?

  But they will be in a daze, Stephen will not.

  He jumped directly forward and rolled in the snow. When he got up again, he was already in front of another gangster!!

  At this time, the gun in his hand was ready to fire again.

  "Bang!" With another gunshot, the third gangster left this wonderful world.

  At this time, the last gangster reacted and hurriedly raised the lever-action rifle in his hand and started firing frantically!

  He swears that his rate of fire this time has definitely reached the level of a sharpshooter!

  "Bang bang bang"

  But it was useless. Several consecutive gunshots all hit his companion, and he turned his companion's body into a sieve.

  The power of the lever gun in his hand was so bad that the bullets didn't even pass through his companion's body and hit Stephen.

  Stephen was experienced in dealing with these people. After killing the gangster, he did not get up immediately, but used the guy's body as a meat shield.

  At this time, the last unlucky robber also reacted and hurriedly stopped shooting. But this stop gave Stephen a chance.

  He grabbed the body and threw it directly at the man.

  The man subconsciously raised his head, looked at the body of his companion, and even wanted to reach out and catch it.

  Stephen shot the unlucky guy directly to the ground.

  When he fell to the ground, his companion's body also hit him, and the two died together like this.

  "That's it? You're learning to rob people with this little skill?" Stephen inserted his gun back into his waist and looked at the four corpses on the ground with some disdain.

  He looked around and made sure there was no one else, then bent down and searched these people.

  Stephen isn't rich, a little bit is a little bit.

  He observed the four robbers and found that they were wearing ragged clothes. They looked like scavengers, looking extremely pitiful.

  There was no other information. These people were too poor. They only had a few dollars in their pockets after searching them.

  The rifles these people used were also broken. Based on the principle of never returning empty-handed, Stephen could only take their bullets away.

  "What poor ghosts." Stephen couldn't help but mutter twice, then turned and left.

  As for the corpses, let them stay here, he was not interested in collecting the corpses for these guys.

  He led his horse on the road again.

  He walked along the creek to the north for a while, until he saw a protruding rock under the hillside not far away before stopping.

  This is a good place to camp, just enough to block some wind and snow.

  Stephen hurriedly led his horse behind the rock. This place was really good, there was just a small place between the stone crevices where he could make a fire, it seemed that he didn't have to freeze tonight.

  But before making a fire, there were things to do.