Chapter 205 The Ranch (1/2)
Chapter 205: The Ranch
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The woodworking tools were easy to find; Uncle Kevin’s store had just the right ones.
Hans chose a set that was entirely handmade and did not require electricity, following the Amish’s religious requirements.
”We still need a young horse—let’s go check out a ranch.”
Although Texan cowboys may have been well-known throughout the world, in reality, the Americans believed that cowboy culture had originated from Arizona, with Tucson city as the origin.
Flagstaff had its own cowboy culture as well; there were quite a large number of ranches and pastures there.
Hans made a call to a friend, and a few minutes later a huge, red Ford pickup was seen heading in their direction.
The pickup drove straight toward them, and the driver stepped on the brakes at the last minute.
The driver was a bearded man who popped his head out of the window and exclaimed, ”Hey Big Fox! You b*stard—finally contacted me after all this time?”
Li Du was a bit pale as the pickup sped toward them and stopped at the last minute. There was hardly any time to react; he had almost used the little bug’s ”time deceleration” ability.
Hans walked up to the driver and gave him a hug, laughing loudly, ”Nicholas, you jerk! You’re still the same. Just shave off your beard—it makes you look like a fifty-year-old when you’re only thirty-something!”
The beardy Nicholas laughed and defended himself. ”I look mature, not old. Beautiful girls nowadays prefer mature men. I need to keep my beard.”
The duo hopped into Nicholas’s pickup. While on the road, the bearded driver, Nicholas Jones, loudly talked and joked around with Hans.
The pickup was moving erratically, almost as if Nick were a drunk driver crookedly maneuvering along the road throughout the journey. When they arrived at the ranch, Li’s clothes were wet from the cold sweat.
Both Hans and Jones had been classmates in middle school and high school. Ever since Hans had left for Phoenix and Hollywood two years ago, they had hardly contacted each other. They had been best buddies for a long time.
”I need to get a young horse—”
”That’s easy. Quarter, Mongolian, Arabian, or the Hanoverian horses—which breed you want?”
”Quarter,” Hans replied. ”I need one for working on a farm, plowing fields. As for the Arabian and the Hanoverian horses, you have them in your ranch? I haven’t seen you in two years, and you are into racing breeds now?”
Jones laughed cheekily, ”Well, I don’t have them, but I know which ranch does. So if you want a Quarter, I have lots of them at home.”
The American Quarter horse was an American breed; it was the largest breed registry in the world as well as the most popular breed in the United States. It was used widely for a variety of jobs: farming, plowing, cattle driving, horseback riding, and more.
When the pickup pulled into a ranch, Li Du saw fenced areas containing cattle and sheep. A herd of horses was galloping in a wide meadow next to it.
Jones blew a whistle after alighting from the pickup.
Moments later, they heard sounds of a horse running in a distance. A tall, red horse came galloping towards them, its long, wavy mane flowing in the wind.
Jones waved heartily to the strong-looking horse as it ran toward him.
”This is Mrs. Jones?” Hans looked at the horse and asked.
Jones grinned from ear to ear. ”Yeah, that’s Mrs. Jones. She’s changed a lot, hasn’t she?”
Hans marveled at the sight of Mrs. Jones. ”Oh my god, she’s all grown up now. The last time I saw her, she had just been weaned, right?”
”That was years ago,” Jones chuckled.
Jones hugged the big, red horse and kissed her face with a loud smack. Mrs. Jones licked his face and he laughed, enjoying the interaction with the horse.