Chapter 122 - The Pain of Losing Someone Precious

Eragtul of the Shoshone tribe was old but an excellent warrior.

So I aimed my Winchester rifle at him in case he attacked, but...

Clop clop clop.

Eragtul just slowly approached me without caring about such things.

Unlike the other Indians forming ranks behind, Eragtul wasn't particularly armed, so I lowered the gun I was aiming at him.

Clop clop.

So we faced each other in the middle of the vast field.

"...Eragtul."

Wrapped in anger, I didn't show him courtesy unlike before.

But Eragtul waved his hand at me as if he didn't mind...