阳光下他的枪在树杈中闪着金属的光,他从嘴角挤出低吼声,“好吧,梅森,你死到临头了。一切都结束了。”梅森腰间的几支六发式左轮手枪伸了出来,像等待猎物的响尾蛇,他却把手枪掷向空中,它们落在了脚下,被他踢到身后,就像踢那些晒干的犍牛颅骨。“你这个无赖,”他嘀咕道,用绳子紧紧捆住俘虏的脚腕,“这是你最后一次偷牛了。”他退后三步,把一支枪举到眼前。“好了,”他用冷静缓慢的口气一丝不苟地说道,“这是……”就在此时,他看见了它,轻盈地穿行在远方的灌木丛里,一抹青 His gun flashed metal in the twig under the sun and he squeezed his roar out of his mouth. “Well, Mason, you’re dead.” It’s all over. “Mason’s waist six The hair-style revolver stretched out like a rattlesnake waiting for prey, but he threw his pistol into the air, falling to the ground and kicked behind him like a cow’s skull. ”You rogue, “ he muttered, fastening the captive’s ankle with a rope, ”This is your last steal. “ He took three steps back and brought a gun to his eyes. ”Well, “ he said in a calm, slow tone, ”It’s ... " At this point he saw it, walking lightly through the bushes in the distance, a touch of green