Lisko's American life

Every time he ate and drank with Lynch, he was very happy, and they were indeed about the same amount of drink, so Lynch was also prepared, and told directly when he came, and he won't be back tonight.

The sun turned, and Lisko wanted to sleep when he was drunk, so he slept very hard until he was awakened by a rush of shaking.

"Yep?"

He opened his eyes very hard, and then saw David and the rooster all standing in front of his bed.

"what happened?"

He was still confused, sat up, and rubbed his swollen temples.

"Sir, all the cattle in Les Ranch are dead."

David's expression was cautious and serious, and the rooster stood beside him without saying a word.

"what?"

A word directly awakened Lisko from the confusion. He opened his eyes wide and tried to digest the information in David's words.

"What's the reason? Is it an infectious disease? Or is someone poisoning it?"

He asked a bunch of questions, then stood up straight.

"I just received the news and I don't know the situation, but the cowboy who came to inform me said that all the cattle in the ranch were dead, and the mountains and plains in the ranch were full of cow corpses. The initial estimate is 3,000."

Lisko went to the bathroom to turn on the faucet, took the cold water, and rubbed his face vigorously.

He picked up the towel and wiped it casually, and went out.

Now there is no time to greet him, and he just went out.

When he got downstairs, Payne was standing in the living room. Seeing the three people in a hurry, they didn't even bother to speak, so they went straight outside.

David came with the rooster. He pulled two horses directly to the castle, so now the horses are still tied in front of the castle.

Originally needed to bring Colt, but he was still in school, so after going to the phone, the three rode out of the ranch and rushed to the Les Ranch not far away.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, the three ranches of Colt Rooster and Lisko are one of the same.

"Lee." Les greeted the ranchers at the door. Now the surrounding ranchers are all gathered here. After all, this is not a trivial matter. All the cattle in a ranch died. In case it is an infectious disease, the entire Colorado All the cattle in the pastures must be buried.

Les's expression is not very good-looking, after all, the loss of 3,000 heads of cattle at a time will result in a direct economic loss of about 5 million U.S. dollars. This is also very traumatic for him with a lot of money.

"Did you find out the reason?"

Lisko got off his horse, handed the reins to the cowboy who was guarding him, and stepped forward to hug the following.

Les held his pipe in his mouth, "I have invited cattle research experts in the state, and I am still checking the cause."

Several people kept walking towards the pasture.

On reaching a slope, Lisko stopped and looked at the shocking scene before him.

"FUCK."

Three thousand cows fell on the spot all over the mountains, some flies circled around the corpse, three or two groups of experts in white clothes squatted to check.

There was also a hint of anger in Lisko's expression. For a rancher, the cattle herd is his own wealth and life. If this happens on someone else’s ranch, the owner of the ranch may have committed suicide directly.

"The cowboys put the cows outside, and then went around to inspect the fence. When they came back, it was already like this."

Les eyes are a little moist. This kind of blow is tantamount to opening a supermarket. As a result, the whole supermarket was evacuated overnight.

The rooster squatted down and hammered the ground vigorously. For him, who had lived on the ranch since he was a child, he now knows how Les feels too much.

More and more ranchers gathered around, and everyone did not go down on this slope, quietly watching the tragic sight in front of them, and even some ranchers had begun to whisper.

Everyone is waiting for the expert's trial. They cannot come forward. If it is an infectious disease, it will be worse. Two-thirds of the ranchers present will go bankrupt.

After waiting for a while, the experts came over.

"How? What's the reason? Is it really an infectious disease?"

The ranchers surrounded the experts, and began to ask questions.

"Be quiet, everyone, let me announce the situation, don't worry, everyone," the expert lowered his mask and increased his voice.

"After our verification, it was confirmed that the cattle ate the frozen hay, so they died of flatulence, not an infectious disease."

Hearing the result, all the ranchers breathed a sigh of relief, and found the cause. The most feared is the unknown infectious disease. Although the current result is also very unacceptable, it is at least much better.

"Bloating? It's autumn, how can you get gas," Lies was a little annoyed, scooping up the crowd, and heading straight to the dead cow.

He took out his pocket knife and pierced it hard on the cow's belly. A puff of blood spurted out, and then it sounded like the sound of a car running flat, and the cow's belly also diminished.

He fell to the ground feebly, and then stared at the corpses of the cows throughout the ranch.

"Richelle, isn't it you?"

He suddenly stood up, ran to the gathered ranchers, pulled out a forty-year-old bearded man, and punched him on the chin.

"It's not me, it's really not me,"

Richelle dodges Les's fist in horror, and the surrounding ranchers awakened from a dream and quickly went to pull away the two fighting men.

"The two of us just have different opinions. How could I go and get your bull."

After being pulled away, Richel looked at the blood spit out on the ground, and Les actually knocked out his tooth, and he yelled at Les, who was still struggling to fight.

Lisko knew that Richelle was Les's rival in the Livestock Association. They disagreed and often fought each other, but there was absolutely no courage to say that he would kill the cattle of Les Ranch.

Les knows it too, but the suppressed anger in his heart makes him not want to think about it, just want to find a way to vent.

"Fuck! I want to sue you."

Richelle watched Les slumped weakly on the ground, and then began to yell.

"Well, everyone, go back first, Les, I'll take care of it."

Lisko looked at the ranchers who were still talking, and walked out.

"Well, Les, call me if necessary, Garrison is united,"

The ranchers all came forward and hugged Lies, comforted, and then got up and left.

"Any clue?"

Lisko squatted down and asked Les, who was still gritting his teeth.

"I will find out."

Cow flatulence is usually a disease that only occurs in winter, and cattle will not die directly. Someone must have put frozen fodder on the pasture, or even mixed with other things.

"I lent you the cowboy."

There are only four or five cowboys at Les Ranch, and with the addition of Lisko Ranch, a dozen cowboys will surely be able to find out.

"I must kill him."

Les' eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said this.