bullyxtreme Chapter 109 Paradise Valley
Chapter 109 Paradise Valley
Chapter 109 Paradise Valley
"Where did he go? Where's Tom!" Elsa's face was pale, and she clung tightly to Ennis's arm, her voice trembling with tears.
"Tom—!!" Margaret's desperate cry pierced the silent sky, echoing repeatedly across the empty riverbank, only to be answered by the mournful sound of the wind.
"Tom—!!!" she screamed again, her voice so shrill it seemed to tear her throat apart, echoing through the sky.
Just as immense despair was about to engulf everyone's hearts.
In the distance, behind a huge rock that had been half-shaved off by the shockwave of an explosion.
A figure, swaying unsteadily, leaning against a rock, slowly walked out.
He was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered and stained with dust and gunpowder.
Just then, a ray of golden sunlight pierced through the smoke and dust and fell down.
He instinctively raised his bloodstained hand to shield his eyes.
Sunlight filtered through his fingers, gently illuminating his blood-stained face.
He squinted, gazing at the sky, and murmured to himself, "Oh—it's dawn."
Perhaps the wolf pack they encountered in Straw Creek Valley left such deep scars on the Dutton family that their journey thereafter was unusually smooth.
"Snow Wolf, once we're in your Crow tribe's territory, will the wolves still be so rampant?" Tom asked, riding alongside the "Snow Wolf" beside him.
Snow Wolf's sharp eyes habitually swept across the surrounding wilderness. Hearing this, it shook its head: "No. The herd we encountered before was driven mad by the harsh winter. Only when there was no prey did they dare to risk their lives to charge the cattle herd."
His tone was filled with hatred for the wolves, but also with admiration for Tom. Who would have thought that this man would dare to take a bomb and perish with the wolves? Such bravery would make him a top-tier warrior even among the Crowes!
If Tom knew that "Snow Wolf" had misunderstood his "precise detonation, extreme escape" tactic as "mutual destruction," he would probably scoff at it.
Tom believes no one can match his love and appreciation for life.
Only those who have died once truly understand how precious "living" is.
However, these things cannot be explained in relation to "Snow Wolf".
Tom's astonishing explosion not only shocked the Crowe warriors but also terrified the Dutton family.
The first to be affected was her mother, Margaret.
She tightened the reins, staring at Tom with unusual seriousness: "Stay away from those powder kegs! If you dare do it again, you'd better stay right behind James and don't wander off even a step!"
What could Tom do? Of course, he nodded repeatedly, his attitude extremely sincere.
On a clear evening with a sky full of sunset colors, the Dutton family, after a long journey, finally arrived at their destination, the valley that belonged to them!
After a long and tiring journey, the Klaue people simplified their carefully prepared welcoming ceremony, but all the proper etiquette was still observed, making it even more solemn.
The ceremony begins with a sacred tobacco ritual.
In the hearts of the Klaus, tobacco is a sacred gift from the gods, capable of communicating with heaven and earth, purifying the soul, and forging alliances.
The crowd sat in a sacred tobacco circle, passing an ancient pipe from hand to hand.
The rising wisps of smoke symbolize prayers reaching the heavens, and also contain the deepest blessings and acceptance for the Dutton family.
The deep, resonant chanting of the tribal elders began, recounting the myth of the origin of tobacco, and emphasizing that the arrival of the guests was an auspicious sign for the tribe.
Next came a grand bison feast!
The campfire roared, and the aroma of roasted meat filled the air.
The warriors of the Klau tribe danced a powerful and wild war dance around the bonfire, shouting ancient war songs, exuding a fierce and valiant aura.
If it weren't for her mother Margaret's quick thinking and action in pressing the eager Elsa back into her seat, this "beautiful and brave cowgirl" from the East Coast might have stepped onto the field right then and there, showing the Klaus warriors what it's all about!
Elsa, who was forcibly "invited" into the tent to "rest," was still unwilling, and her loud singing voice pierced through the tent and floated out.
Perhaps, Elsa, singing in the tent, is the familiar daughter in Margaret's heart, who has not been completely "disciplined" by the harshness of the West?
This unexpected singing added a touch of mystery and reverie to the lively banquet outside the tent.
As night deepened, the Dutton family, exhausted from their journey, reached their limit.
The welcoming ceremony ended amidst lingering excitement. Carrying the warmth and blessings of the Klau people, everyone returned to their tents, where they began their first peaceful night in their own valley.
Tom was exhausted; even the noise of the Crouchers leaving in the morning couldn't wake him.
Of course, he wasn't the only one paralyzed and unable to get up.
It wasn't until the sun was almost at its zenith and the aroma of lunch wafted through the air that Tom, driven by hunger and the bright light, finally opened his heavy eyelids.
"You're finally awake?"
The sound of "Snow Wolf" entered Tom's ears, jolting him awake and making him more alert.
"Why are you still here?" Tom rubbed his eyes, looking at him strangely. "Didn't we arrive at our destination?"
The "Snow Wolf" grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "I'll show you your valley!"
When the Darton family finally led their weary herd of cattle and followed the "snow wolf" to the promised valley entrance, everyone stood frozen in place, as if under a spell.
"This—this is the valley we were given?!"
The scene before them was a brutal shock to everyone.
A narrow river valley, like a wound in the earth, is tightly sandwiched between towering mountain ranges on the east and west sides.
The Yellowstone River breaks free from the canyon in the northwest, carrying fragments of ice from the collapse of the upstream glacier, and frantically washes over the gray-white gravel beaches on both banks.
On the north bank slope, groves of poplar trees grow tenaciously along the river.
On the south bank of the river, a bright and open view suddenly appeared!
A vast meadow stretches out as far as the eye can see, with waist-high blue-stemmed grass swaying in the wind, forming a golden sea that extends all the way to the foot of the distant mountains.
Look up.
To the east lies the continuous Absaloka mountain range.
To the west lies the Gallatin Mountains.
To the southeast, the snow-capped peak of Grey Eagle Peak stands proudly among the mountains.
Where the meadow meets the mountains, there is a gentle hilly transition zone, with bitter grass and lupins dotting the slopes.
The Yellowstone River suddenly makes a huge horseshoe bend in the middle of the valley, where the flow slows down and forms a shallow area that is half a mile wide.
The clear stream gently flows over the black volcanic rock riverbed, and dark green aquatic moss sways with the current between the rocks.
The dry westerly wind swept across the valley in the afternoon, and the grass ears rubbed against each other, making a continuous rustling sound.
The leaves of the poplar trees along the riverbank were swept up by the wind, swirling and dancing in the air.
From the distant cedar forest, the faint sound of pine needles falling could be heard.
On the calm surface of the shallow water, poplar seeds float like willow catkins, and swarms of butterflies fly low along the damp riverbank, their wings occasionally skimming over the muddy beach that reflects the sunlight.
A deathly silence enveloped the Dutton family.
Everyone was deeply shocked by this magnificent, wild, and vibrant land, and they were speechless.
After a long silence, Tom asked hoarsely, "What's the name of this valley?"
Snow Wolf's gaze swept over this land that carried the faith of the Klaus tribe and the future of the Dalton family, its voice deep and clear: "Paradise Valley."
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