Lamentations of a Seminary Boy and a Western

Two hearts are getting closer

As time passed like fine sand, Charles and Jack gradually became familiar with each other, as if they had known each other for years. One day, with the sun shining and the breeze blowing lightly, they rode out together, heading towards the vast and boundless grassland around the town. The grassland was like a sea of green, endless, so green that it was like being in a dreamland. The breeze gently brushed, the grass as if by an invisible hand gently caressing, flooding layers such as wave-like undulation, rustling, as if in a low voice singing the ode to nature. Charles was completely shocked by the dreamlike scenery in front of him, he couldn't help but open his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the whole piece of grassland into his arms, feeling the warmth of nature's generous embrace, his face overflowing with pure and innocent joy, as if a child had got the most beloved toy.

Jack rode on his horse and looked at Charles sideways, as if his heart was gently illuminated by the warm spring sun, he couldn't help but feel a trace of warmth. However, the danger was like a beast lurking in the dark, when they were unprepared, it quietly descended. A group of wild wolves as if drilling out of the ground, scurried out from nowhere, their eyes flashed with a ferocious and brutal light, grimacing, their mouths emitted a creepy low roar, approaching towards the two men step by step, as if they wanted to devour them in an instant.

Charles's face instantly became as white as paper, as if all the colour of the blood was withdrawn in an instant, his hands subconsciously grasped the reins tightly, his hands have long been wet with sweat, as if he had just fished out of the water in general. Jack, however, was like a veteran who had been in the battlefield for a long time, calm and unafraid. His eyes instantly became cold as ice, as if a new person, quickly from the waist to pull out that accompanied him for many years, shiny pistol, action in one breath, eyes coldly watching every move of the wolves, as if a guardian of the territory of the king. ‘Don't be afraid, boy, stay close to me!’ He shouted, his voice firm and strong, as if giving Charles a piece of his mind.

As if enraged, the wolves began to launch a frantic attack, they pounced with open teeth and claws, as if they were black lightning. Jack waved the gun in his hand, like an elegant and deadly dancer, shooting accurately, every shot was like having eyes, hitting the target, the wailing of the wolves rose and fell, echoing in the empty grassland, like a sad elegy. Charles looked at Jack's heroic and fearless appearance, his heart also gathered courage, as if there was a force surging from the bottom of his heart. He panicked and picked up the branches on the ground, as if holding the last straw, trying to provide Jack with some help that he could.

With the two of them working in unison, the wolves were finally repelled, receding as if it was a tidal wave. Jack put away his gun and took a long breath, turning his head to look at Charles, a pleased smile appeared on his face, as if he saw his own student achieving excellent results, ‘You kid, you're still quite courageous!’ Charles wiped the sweat on his forehead, as if he had just experienced a big battle, his heart was still in shock, but looking at Jack's smile, he also felt a hint of pride for his bravery, as if he had found a brand new self.

After this shocking incident, Charles and Jack's relationship became closer, as if they were bound by an invisible rope, as if they were one. They began to share stories with each other like true friends. Charles, like a pious narrator, told of the bookish life in the seminary, the profound wisdom of the Bible, and his perseverance in faith, as if sharing the world's most precious treasures; Jack, like a bold explorer, told Charles of his adventures in the Wild West, the thrilling fights with bandits, the helplessness of losing his way on the vast prairie, and the fear of losing his way on the grassy plains. The thrilling battles with bandits, the helplessness of being lost on the vast prairie, and the deep, steel-like friendship between the companions seem to open a door to another world.

At night, when the stars are set above the black canopy like brilliant jewels, they are vast and mysterious, as if the eyes of the universe were watching the earth. They often sat together on the hillside outside the town, as if they were two wise men conversing with the stars. Charles would softly recite the psalms of the Bible, the beautiful words as if moving notes, echoing in the silent night sky, for the quiet night to add a serene and peaceful, as if to the earth with a layer of soft veil; Jack was sitting quietly, as if being cast a spell, quietly listening to his heart gradually surged a kind of unprecedented peace, as if he had found a haven of the soul! He listened quietly.

However, life in a small town is like a fickle drama, and it's not always so peaceful.