Chapter 78 second quarter

The skies in Texas are blue and blue.They got off the train and searched carefully for the bus stops and waiting rooms.In the distance was a row of low buildings: a gas station next to the garage, a hardware store next to the bar.There are a few trucks driving the streets, without which it would be more or less an abandoned city. "This place is so small, it's rare that there's a train station," Sienna said. "Clint is powerful in this place, he can do anything." "You only told me that Clint was an actor, right?" "Chase, man, that's fucking far enough." It was the deepest snort Sienna had ever heard.

The door of the waiting room opened, and she looked there to see a man in leather boots, jeans, a belt shaped like a saddle with buttons on it, a cotton shirt and leather waistcoat, and a cowboy hat Came over with a smile, hugged Malone tightly, and patted him on the back. "Why don't you let me send a plane to pick you up?" the man asked, "You said on the phone why are you here? I have paid you a lot these years, you shouldn't be short of money." "A little bit." The man looked at him suspiciously. "It's a long story." "If you stay here a little longer, I'll let you talk." He smiled and turned to look at Sienna. "You also brought a lovely lady."

"Clint, this is my friend Beatrice, Beatrice, this is Clint Braddock." "I admire Chase the most." Braddock couldn't close his mouth with a smile. Sisna was tall, so she didn't have to look up, she always looked at men at the same level, but Braddock was so tall that she had to look up to see him clearly, and he looked even taller with the cowboy hat on.He has dark skin and a thick black and white Zapatista beard. "Clint, you did what I said, didn't you?" Malone said seriously. "You didn't tell anyone my number, did you? You didn't tell anyone I was here, did you?"

"Hey, old friend, don't forget who I am! When did I let you down? As long as you tell me, you can rest assured." Malone was visibly more relaxed. "But what happened? I was sending a plane to pick you up and you said you couldn't get close to the airport, so I thought you might be in trouble." "Yes, where is your car? I don't want to just stand outside like this." "It's around the corner, buddy, where's your luggage?" "We have no luggage." Braddock frowned and said doubtfully, "Yes, you are indeed in trouble now."

After passing the bus station, they came to a parking lot with few cars parked. The site was paved with gravel. There was a conspicuous red pickup parked in the parking lot, with a van trailer hanging behind it. As Braddock sat in the driver's seat, Malone motioned Sienna to the passenger door and whispered to her, "You mustn't be fooled by his drawn out voice and special attire." Lied to, Clint's real name is Pete, and he grew up in Philadelphia." "What?" They got into the truck. "Clint, I'm just saying to my friends, you saw a lot of westerns when you were a kid."

"Grow up and make money for a living," Braddock said with a laugh. "Watch the movies, go to the movies."