I'm a spy in the film

Dark night.

Four Indian cowboys sat around a campfire.

Behind them was a large group of Angus cattle with tags on their ears. Except for a few that were stupidly munching on grass, most of them were paddling their hooves and wagging their tails, looking uneasy.

What caused the cattle to be uneasy were the dozen or so pickup trucks further behind the herd.

These pickup trucks had half of their bodies blocked by bushes, police lights were installed on the roofs, and the words "Crushed Rock District Police" were printed on the doors. The people sitting in the cars were wearing police uniforms and were fully armed.

These are the Indian police from the Indian reservation, the Broken Rock area.

They were all holding weapons, their vehicles were all turned off, and they seemed to be waiting for something.

Gradually, the night wind rose, making the campfire crackle.

Accompanied by a buzzing sound, a helicopter with a searchlight flew towards the group in the sky.

Without looking up, everyone knew that this was old Dutton's vehicle, the UH-1 helicopter of the Animal Husbandry Bureau.

Today’s main character is here!

The oldest Indian cowboy glanced at the dark hillside behind him and asked calmly, "Are you ready? They're coming!"

Opposite him, a young Indian cowboy holding a shotgun and wearing a baseball cap pulled down the brim of his hat, with an expression of revenge on his face, and said firmly:

"Let them come over!"

A premeditated ambush is about to begin.

Soon, the helicopter flew over the heads of the few people, and the searchlight was shone down, illuminating the small area of ​​the campfire. The strong wind caused by the propeller made it impossible for the people on the ground to open their eyes.

"Go, let's go!"

Led by the old cowboy, two young Indians held down their hats which were about to fly off and fled in a panic. Only the guy in the baseball cap was left, raising his gun with hatred on his face and pointing it at the helicopter.

"Robert, go!"

His companions shouted at him to retreat to the back, as their bait mission for the night had been completed.

But Robert didn't listen, he was now filled with anger.

His father was the former chief of the tribe, but his sister was forced (he thought) to marry a white boy.

Not only that, the white boy is from the tribe’s biggest rival, the Dutton family. This is undoubtedly a shame!

The cattle ran to our tribe's territory on their own without anyone chasing them. How dare the Dutton family go back? They didn't just leave after the negotiation failed, but also wanted to steal the cattle at night?

The descendants of these pirates, gangsters and robbers are also a group of gangsters and robbers!

Today, I am here to teach you a lesson!

Let the people in the tribe know that I am the most suitable candidate for the chief!

The more Robert thought about it, the more anxious he became. He aimed his gun at the helicopter in the air, ignoring the strong wind.

Just as he was about to shoot, the helicopter flew sideways.

It turned out that it was old Dutton in the helicopter who spotted a cowboy in white rushing into the herd of cattle, trying to drive the cattle back to the family ranch.

Who is this person?

The searchlight shone on the man, and at a glance, old Dutton recognized that it was his youngest son Keith who lived on the reservation.

Old Dutton covered his eyes in frustration. He had just ordered the cowboys on his ranch to charge into the reservation in order to drive back his own cattle. Why would he need the help of this brat? However, considering that this boy was doing it for the sake of his family's face, he didn't say anything to him.

At this time, a dozen white cowboys dressed in black and riding black horses had rushed through the barbed wire between the Dutton Ranch and the reservation and rushed towards the herd of cattle on the distant hillside.

Their mission was to drive the cattle back to the pasture before the Indians could react.

But today's action is destined not to be so smooth.

Old Dutton saw that the cowboys were almost reaching the herd of cattle, with their youngest son helping them. As long as they could drive the cattle across the border, the large group of people from the Animal Husbandry Administration stationed at the border would take in the cattle, and tonight's operation would be successfully concluded.

However, the sound of gunfire continued to ring out, and bullets hit the helicopter's cabin wall one after another, scaring the helicopter pilot so much that he quickly changed direction.

When they shone the searchlight, they found that it was the Indian cowboy standing next to the campfire, who was still shooting at the helicopter persistently.

"I've been in Afghanistan for four years, and I didn't expect to encounter such a bad thing when I returned to Montana!" The pilot said angrily and was about to pull up and fly away.

But old Dutton felt that something was wrong tonight.

Suddenly, in the darkness, police lights flashed, sirens sounded, and the headlights of more than a dozen police cars illuminated the reserved area and the cordon area.

"bang bang bang"

Gunshots rang out.

There were people from the State Animal Husbandry Department who were on the cordon at the Dutton ranch, as well as Indian police from the reservation who were driving towards the barbed wire fence at the border.

This is an ambush!

At this moment, Old Dutton realized that his plan to steal the cattle tonight was going to fail.

In order to avoid causing a bigger conflict, Old Dutton had no choice but to give the order through the walkie-talkie:

"Stop firing, cancel the plan, retreat!"

Upon receiving the order, all participants in tonight's cattle-stealing operation quickly retreated.

The Livestock Administration jumped in their cars and turned back, while the cowboys who had entered the reservation drove their horses through the barbed wire and back to the ranch.

Reservation police drove the cattle to close the gaps in the torn wire and fired shots into the air to scare the cattle into charging at the opposing cowboys.

They don't want to kill unless necessary.

People on the Dutton farm were not allowed to enter the reservation, and similarly, Indians were not allowed to enter the farm. This boundary line was fair to both sides.

We are all here to make a living, why don’t we just go back to our own territory?

However, some people don't think so.

One was Robert, the Indian boy who still persevered in shooting at the old Dutton helicopter.

The other was a bearded white cowboy named Lee Dutton, who was trying hard to drive the cattle. He and several other cowboys had gone deep into the herd and failed to get back in time, so they were blocked in the reservation.

"We have to hurry and find a way out, Lee." A cowboy yelled, "Those damn Indians are coming to surround us."

"No!" Li also shouted, "I won't leave. I won't go anywhere until the cattle are driven back."

Fortunately, at this time, old Dutton in the air discovered several cowboys in the herd. He asked the pilot to lower the flight altitude and use the strong wind and dust caused by the propeller to interfere with the vision and actions of the reservation police.

This allowed his cowboys to drive part of the cattle back to the farm.

Only after receiving the cowboys' report: "We have returned to the reservation" did he fly away in a helicopter.

He didn't know that in the darkness, a black gun was pointed at his eldest son, Li.

At this time, he had just returned to his territory after being interrupted in driving the cattle, and was not prepared for the threat from behind.

"boom."

A gunshot was heard, and a splash of blood spurted out from the back of Lee Dutton, who was riding a horse. He fell off his horse and his horse ran away in fright.

In the darkness, Robert, wearing a baseball cap and a bulletproof vest, holding a gun, slowly walked over the barbed wire boundary and came over.

He walked closer, stepped on Li's shoulder, and aimed the gun at his forehead.

He had long recognized that the white cowboy who led the charge into the reservation, drove away the cattle, and then left behind was Lee, the eldest son of the Dutton family, the eldest brother of his sister's husband, and his eldest brother-in-law.

In order to fire this sniper shot, he hid on the border. Seeing that both the enemy and our side had evacuated, he sneaked out, seized the opportunity, and shot the lone Li.

Although he was excited that he had shot the eldest son of the Dutton family, he felt more angry than happy when he thought of the cattle that he had lost again.

He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Give me back my cow!"

Just as he could not help but pull the trigger, a rapid sound of horse hooves came from the reservation behind him.

Someone from the tribe is coming? Who is it?

Robert turned around quickly and saw a figure on horseback rushing towards him, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of him.

The next second, Robert felt a heavy blow to his chest, and was kicked by the man on horseback, sending him flying backwards.

After the man kicked Robert away, he quickly dismounted and rushed to Li, saying urgently: "How are you? I'll take you home now!"

Li could already see the person clearly. It was his youngest brother, Keith.

Blood was flowing out of his mouth, but he was very relieved in his heart, with a smile on his face: "Look at you, you have grown up!"

Before the two brothers could say anything, there was another sound of horse hooves. At the same time, Robert, who was kicked several meters away, struggled to get up and reached for the pistol on his waist with his right hand.