Lisco's American Life

"The red neck is Shils from Morningside Ranch, the short and fat one is Soss from Soss Ranch, and Bayer from Phoenix Ranch next to it,,,,"

Lisko recognized them one by one. If he hadn't come today, he wouldn't have known that there were so many pastures near Garrison.

Music has started playing on the DJ stage, and Lisko is also swaying to follow the rhythm of jazz.

Les, who had just left, patted Lisko and motioned for him to go upstairs. Liszko put down his wine glass and followed Les out of the crowd in the yard, which was starting to get high-spirited.

Although this was an unspecified gathering for ranchers to discuss matters, many cowboys and small town crowds came to participate, but the ranchers would leave the meeting and go to a special room.

Lisko followed Lesko upstairs and walked to the innermost room in the corridor. Lesko opened the door first, and there was smoke and fog inside. Lisko looked into the room, and the first thing he saw was Colt. There was already someone inside.

There were more than a dozen people.

"Okay, everyone is here now. Everyone, this is Liske, the great writer from Li's Ranch."

Les introduced to the people in the room,

Lisko greeted everyone and sat next to Colt. The two brothers looked at each other and smiled, knowing that their mission today was not to express opinions.

Les first handed out a cigar to each other, and Lisko took it and looked at it carefully. It was a French cigar brand Selva Flower. This cigar was launched by the cigar master in 1995. It is a unique

Cigar, because of its various vitola characteristics, unique tobacco leaves are present in each binder and filler. The richness is moderate, with the taste of cedar, wood and dried fruits. One of Lisco's senior brothers likes this taste

, Lisko followed him frequently, so he recognized him at a glance.

Lisko held the head end of the cigar with one hand, lit a match, and waited until the flame burned stably so that the cigar and the flame were at a 45-degree angle.

Extinguish the flame for a moment, then light a match. When the flame is stable, continue to light the cigar. Also slowly turn the cigar. Put out the match when it is halfway burning. There is still one match left. Light the cigar according to the previous method.

When the match burns to the point where it is hot to the touch, put it out and let the cigar simmer for a while. Then use cigar scissors to cut off the cap. After doing this, Lisko was about to enjoy the aroma of the cigar. When he looked up, he suddenly found that the ranchers in the room were stunned.

Looking at him blankly.

"I have smoked this before, and I also like to smoke cigars," Lisko explained to everyone.

"Okay, Li, I didn't expect you to have this kind of hobby. We will have a good discussion later. I also have two fine hawalas. Let's try them later." Les invited Lisko with surprise.

.

"Hawala from Cuba? That's what we'll say then?" Lisko is also very interested. Hawala is the king of cigars. Lisko has always only heard of its name. Today, he is lucky enough to taste it. Of course

It's a worthwhile trip.

"Les, this is wrong. Why should you take out your tiles and give them to each of us when you entertain us?"

"Are you dreaming? Sheers." Les smiled and countered the red-necked Sheers, "Hawala only produces 3,000 hawalas a year, and most of the shares are directly bought by prestigious consortiums. I have two hawalas.

A very powerful man gave it to me, and each flower is worth at least more than a thousand dollars. Even the Selva flowers you smoke now cost a hundred dollars each. Smoking them for you is really like feeding cows and peonies."

When Shiers heard that the cigar in his hand was worth a hundred dollars, his relaxed body straightened up. He timidly put the cigar into his coat pocket and put it away, muttering to himself, "I don't know, a

One hundred dollars can buy a good lamb."

Les was too lazy to argue with such an ignorant person. He saw that everyone had already lit up their cigars happily and clapped their hands.

"Everyone,"

"You may have heard that we have gathered together for a few days to discuss a way to save the dwindling income of our ranch. If this continues, many of us may go bankrupt before this year ends."

Les had a worried look on his face. He had lived on a ranch since he was a child and was now engaged in ranch work. He was also very anxious about the deserted environment. Although his ranch could hold up this year, it would be better than those small ranches in the long run.

Where to go.

"All of us here are authentic Western cowboys. Shells, your family's ranch has been passed down to you for the third generation. When your ancestors came here to open up fields, is it rare that they must be buried in your hands?"

Les began to call the names,

"And South, your ranch is famous for its excellent wool. Do you want to throw away the reputation of South's wool, which is famous in the west?"

Les watched everyone lower their heads and began to talk about his purpose.

"Recently, a tourism company contacted me. Although our ranch industry has been deserted in recent years, the country's overall financial situation has developed rapidly, and the world's economy has prospered. More and more people have begun to like to travel around, and they want to adapt our ranches here.

It has become a tourist attraction to experience the life of a cowboy. Everyone, please share your opinion. The damn politicians are raising taxes and making it more difficult for our already crisis-ridden business. If we don’t change, we will have no choice but to go bankrupt and change careers.”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet, and everyone lowered their heads and said nothing. The music outside the room was still playing, forming two different worlds with the silence in the room.

"It's not that we don't agree, we just don't know how to do it and whether we can make money. If it doesn't work and the ranch isn't ready, wouldn't it be wasted?" Soth, who had been thinking for a long time, spoke up. He was a grown man.

The middle-aged man with a beard has a bulging body and well-developed muscles. It can be seen that he works regularly.

"You don't have to worry, the travel company will have dedicated guides, and the projects that tourists come to us to experience are taking photos in the lavender fields, buying denim supplies, experiencing cow roping, shearing sheep, riding horses, and milking cows, which are very useful to us.

The operation of the ranch will not be affected," Les explained patiently.

Lisko listened on the sidelines and surprisingly felt that it was pretty good, of course compared to other ranches.

"Why did the travel company choose our place? Do you think it has to be Garrison? They have many choices, but our state of Colorado is famous for its lavender, and Denver is a famous cultural capital. We just picked the ones from Denver.

A few tourists who have experienced the culture and heritage of Denver can stop by and visit us.”

Les vomited out all his thoughts, and he had a clear conscience. He didn't know what benefits everyone thought he had gained from it, so he smoked a cigarette and stood by the wall with his arms folded, waiting for everyone's answers.