"Tim, hehe, Mr. Button's ranch still lacks a cowboy. Do you want me to tell you about it? I'll keep it for you." Ruoke, holding a wine glass, leaned on the bar, with a smile on his lips, looking at Tim.

Mu.

"Thank you for your kindness, my job now is very good." Tim said.

"Hahaha, Tim, don't be like this. You know, this herding job is very good. At least Mr. Barton is a smart man." Ruoke said. "Tim, St. Andy's Farm is not a good place. Maybe you need to

It will be Mr. Button's pasture in a few days."

Ben didn't bother to curl his lips. "The boss won't sell the farm."

"Haha, that Chinese boy, Ben, you actually believe in a stupid lunatic, God, how naive you are." Ruoke said.

"The boss will grow the best grass. Ruoke, if nothing happens, I'll leave first." Tim said. "Ben, after drinking this cup, we should go back."

Ben nodded, picked up the glass, drank it, glanced at Ruoke with disdain, and whispered to Tim, "This guy didn't look so aloof when he followed us."

"Oh, Ben, ignore this guy." The young cowboy next to Ben said. "When I was following Tim, I spoke to Tim softly, but just now, what did this guy say, leave Tim a place to graze?

A cowboy's job, I heard, this guy is in charge of grazing this area of ​​the Barton Ranch."

"This guy did it on purpose," Ben said. "He wanted to insult Tim."

"Boss, really, why don't you want us to publicize that the pasture planting is successful?" Ben muttered in a low voice.

"Ben, boss, there must be a reason for doing this." Tim glared at Ben.
Chapter completed!