Lisco's American Life

By the time the cowboys came back with their cattle, it was already noon.

Seeing the last cow entering the pen, all the cowboys breathed a sigh of relief.

The bulk of today's work has ended, and now there are some scattered small tasks, so it is their rest time.

"Jimmy."

David parked the helicopter, looked at Jimmy who was packing his equipment, and waved to him.

"Come here for a moment."

Jimmy looked at David, handed the luggage to Hammer on the side, asked him to help put it in the tool room, and twitched his nose to come to David's side.

"head."

Jimmy took off his hat.

"The ranch needs to purchase, but the quantity is not large. We only need to buy some ropes. Can you go?"

When Jimmy heard David's words, he suddenly became energetic.

"I can, no problem head."

Since the last time Jimmy went shopping, something went wrong. His purchasing job was handed over to another cowboy, Onekin. Every time he saw Onekin going out for shopping, Jimmy felt as if his preferences were being robbed.

Just like that, he loves the ranch very much and needs to be recognized by everyone, so for this kind of arrangement work, it seems more like a kind of trust for him, which is what he dreams of.

Now I suddenly heard that I was trusted again, and I suddenly became elated.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you. Can you do it?"

David looked at the extremely happy Jimmy and smiled warmly. For the youngest cowboy in the ranch, everyone regarded him as their nephew.

"I guarantee it with my life."

Jimmy gave a crooked salute, but his face was full of seriousness and solemnity.

"It's not that serious."

David listened to Jimmy's words and helplessly indicated that he didn't mean it that way.

"It doesn't matter. I want you to experience more things, so that you can grow up a little. You must ensure your own safety. Remember, we are all your backing."

David was worried that the last incident would become a haze for Jimmy, so he specifically confessed that after all, the last incident caused Jimmy to lose his only relative, the old veterinarian Dale.

"I will. But can I ride my own bike?"

Jimmy recently used his saved salary to buy the first car in his life. It was a very small motorcycle. Although all the cowboys laughed at it as a model for women to ride, he was too short of money to choose a better one.

In the eyes of good Jimmy, this motorcycle is particularly beautiful.

Before going to bed every day, he wiped his car with clean water over and over again for fear that it would be stained with dust.

However, because he was in the ranch, where he had food and accommodation, there was almost no opportunity for his car to go out.

This purchase only requires a little rope, and it’s a great opportunity to take your car out for a spin.

"It's up to you."

David also knew what he meant. There were not many cowboys in the ranch. Everyone knew about everything. He also knew about Jimmy's lady's motorcycle.

"yeah!"

Jimmy made a fist-pumping gesture and ran excitedly to where he parked his car. Passing by Ernegin, he made a showy face, expressing his gratitude that he had taken the purchasing job away from him and regained his trust.

happy.

Eugene looked at Jimmy, who was making faces at him, and was a little shocked. He still didn't understand what was going on, so he could only ask Hammer next to him.

"What's wrong with him?"

The cowboys laughed.

Jimmy sat on his scooter, lit the engine solemnly, and then put his helmet on his head.

Because the motorcycle and the helmet were matched, it seemed a little small, and it was difficult to stuff it in. He pulled the transparent plastic PC board on the lower part, and he felt like the motorcycle rider he saw on TV, with the same heroic appearance.

"Set off."

Whistling, he turned the accelerator and drove towards the entrance of the ranch.

After getting on the road, Jimmy drove his car carefully. When he saw an oncoming car in the distance, he would subconsciously hold the brakes and wait for others to pass him before continuing to drive, for fear that his car would be scratched.

"Dudu."

An open car behind him kept honking its horn and was very dissatisfied with Jimmy blocking him in front of him.

Jimmy quickly drove his car to the side of the road and motioned for the other party to pass first.

"Fuck! Sissy, did you take your sister's motorcycle out? Go to hell, you ladies riding ladies' motorcycles, get ashes."

There were three young and flamboyant young people in the sports car. When they drove past Jimmy, they raised their middle fingers at Jimmy and laughed. Then they stepped on the accelerator and drove away with a burst of dust and laughter.

Jimmy waited until the other party completely disappeared in front of him, then raised his middle finger angrily, and then lovingly wiped the dust on the dashboard of the motorcycle with his sleeve before continuing to drive.

When he arrived at the supermarket, he parked his motorcycle and deliberately parked his car next to the old man who was guarding the vehicle.

"Keep an eye on my car for me, make sure it doesn't get stolen."

Jimmy explained to the guard.

The uncle looked at Jimmy's motorcycle expressionlessly, and then looked back and forth between the motorcycle and Jimmy.

"You must keep an eye on it."

"Boy, if you don't leave, I'm going to smash her up."

The uncle felt as if he was being teased. You know, he was not a good person when he was young. He looked at Jimmy who was still nagging in front of him with unkind eyes.

Jimmy was startled by the old man in front of him. He took a few steps and felt uneasy. He turned around and pushed his motorcycle away. He felt that the distance between him and the old man was enough. There was a certain distance between him and the motorcycle, but it was still safe.

Only when he was within sight, he nodded with satisfaction and entered the supermarket.

"I got the rope, perfect."

Jimmy searched for it on the shelves, and soon found it in the tool section. He quickly picked it up and looked at the logo. It was a stronger and thicker style commonly used in ranches. He happily took the rope to the checkout area.

"Lee's Ranch,"

When Jimmy arrived at the checkout counter, he said something and could take his own things and leave. Because the ranch is the vegetable supplier of this supermarket, David comes to check out the items used by the ranch every month.

When I got to the door, I saw that my motorcycle was safe and sound, and I sat on it with satisfaction. I put on my helmet, turned the throttle, and left in a hurry.

The caretaker continued to stare at Jimmy expressionlessly, and waited until he completely disappeared before uttering a few words from his mouth.

"Fuck."

Humming a song, Jimmy completed the assigned task and felt much more relaxed than when he came.

It originally took twenty minutes when I went there, but it took fifteen minutes when I came back.

"Head, I'm done."

"Okay, great, let's go have a rest."

David looked at the rope in his hand, Jimmy in front of him who had not yet recovered from his motorcycle addiction, and the ridiculous pink helmet on his head, and gestured while holding back a smile.

"Okay, I'm going to wash the car."

Jimmy didn't notice the corners of David's mouth curling up. He was jumping for joy at the fact that he had completed the task perfectly.

I rode my motorcycle and prepared to drive to the stables. There were water pipes that could be flushed, just in time to give my car a good wash after a long journey.

What he didn't notice was that because the flowers in the pasture were blooming, there had been an increase in the number of bees in the pasture recently. The always small bees raised their cute tail pins and got into the pink helmet from the side.