usatvline Chapter 110 The Dutton Family's Decision for the Future!
Chapter 110 The Dutton Family's Decision for the Future!
Chapter 110 The Dutton Family's Decision for the Future!
Who would have thought that Paradise Valley would look like this in June?
Its breathtaking beauty captivated everyone's hearts.
"Snow Wolf, this valley is too big!" Tom couldn't help but exclaim, almost suspecting that "Snow Wolf" had led the wrong way.
"Snow Wolf" shook his head firmly: "Tom, this is it!"
Once confirmed, Tom finally took a closer look.
The long river flows like a ribbon, meandering and winding.
The meadows on both sides of the river stretch out endlessly.
A gentle breeze carries the fresh scent of earth and grass, its delicate fragrance penetrating deep into everyone's heart.
suddenly!
"Whoosh—!"
The Snow Maiden let out a long neigh, her four hooves flying, and she transformed into a white shadow as she rushed towards the boundless green carpet!
The "loach" beside them snorted and pawed at the ground impatiently, eager to try.
"You can't hold it in anymore either?" Tom laughed as he removed the saddle from the horse and slapped its rump. "Go on!"
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"Whoosh—!"
With another loud screech, "Loach" shot off like an arrow towards "Snow Woman"!
As if ignited by the wildness of those two horses, the remaining twenty-odd steeds instantly came to a boil!
The neighing sounds rose and fell, merging into a surging wave.
They spread their hooves, like a torrent breaking free of its reins, frolicking and galloping freely in the vast天地 (heaven and earth)!
"They love it here!" someone exclaimed.
"Who wouldn't love it?" A smile spread across everyone's face.
"It's so quiet here." Aunt Claire gazed at the boundless grassland, her voice filled with an unprecedented tranquility.
Tom felt a slight tremor in his heart; this was the first time he had ever seen such a peaceful and serene expression on his aunt's face.
At this moment, everyone is quietly savoring and immersing themselves in the unparalleled beauty of this Valley of Paradise.
As dusk settled, the campfire crackled, casting long shadows of the Dutton family sitting around it onto the boundless grassland behind them.
As the warmth of dinner faded, the air was filled with the scent of burning pine resin and an invisible heaviness.
Tonight's decision will set the course for the Dutton family's future.
The firelight illuminated everyone's faces: James, Margaret, Claire, Elsa, Mary, Tom, and young John.
"This is Paradise Valley." Margaret's gentle voice broke the silence first, strangely alleviating the tension surrounding the family's survival. "Do you have anything to say?"
Elsa's eyes shone brightly in the firelight. She took a deep breath of the night air, which smelled of grass, as if she wanted to absorb the vibrant life of the valley into her lungs.
"We're staying here!" Her voice trembled, filled with an undeniable fervor. "This place is so beautiful!"
Even Tom could hear the deep affection in her trembling voice.
"Hmph, you can't leave?" Tom poured cold water on the situation mercilessly, his words like needles. "You like its vast grasslands, but do you know how long and cold its winters are? Have you forgotten the days when people's ears froze off in that godforsaken place, Postman?"
The words "Postman's Winter" were like a spell, instantly freezing Elsa's joyful expression, and even Mary frowned.
Paradise Valley, which had just exuded a captivating aura, seemed to suddenly be shrouded in a chilling frost under Tom's questioning.
Tom pressed his advantage, throwing out bait: "Oregon! We can settle there! It's spring-like all year round, and the sun is warm."
He paused deliberately, emphasizing his words, "Never again will I have to suffer through that damned, bone-chilling weather!"
The atmosphere around the campfire took a sharp turn for the worse.
The excitement and exhilaration of the moment were replaced by a heavy, deathly silence, with only the crackling sound of burning firewood being particularly jarring.
"James, what do you think?" Margaret's gaze fell on her husband, the current head of the Dutton family, firelight flickering in her eyes.
James paused for a moment, then spoke in a deep voice with undeniable weight: "We'll hardly find another piece of land this big and this good."
He surveyed the outline of the valley in the darkness. "The exact area is hard to calculate, but it's at least several hundred thousand acres."
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Hundreds of thousands of acres? Why would the Klaus give them away for free?
Tom was filled with doubts; there must be a secret hidden behind this enormous gift.
"So what do you mean?" A hopeful light suddenly flashed in Margaret's eyes.
"Stay!" James said decisively, his three words carrying immense weight, instantly laying the foundation for the Dutton family's future.
Paradise Valley will be their roots!
The tense atmosphere melted away like ice and snow, and smiles returned to everyone's faces.
The feeling of relief that they didn't have to bear the burden of making choices and could simply follow in their leader's footsteps was immense.
"We're going to make our home here!" Elsa cheered, and like a light bird, she flew towards Emmanuel, who was tied up not far away.
Tom watched Elsa's joyful figure disappear into the distance, his eyes unfathomable, lost in thought.
"What do we do next?" Margaret chimed in at the opportune moment, handing the reins back to her husband.
James's sharp gaze shifted to Tom: "Tomorrow, go find the Crow tribe. Talk to them and hire their people to herd cattle for us."
"We can use a cow as payment," Tom immediately added, his thinking clear.
"Ten people should be enough," James said, his eyes fixed on Tom, as if this were a test.
Tom remained calm and composed, responding, "Eleven men. Ten will take turns herding, and one will keep watch at night. When they arrive, we'll also need a cook. Jonah can fill in." His plan was thorough and meticulous.
A hint of approving kindness flashed in James's eyes: "Very good. You take care of it tomorrow."
"And you?" Margaret asked her husband with a smile.
"I need to know this place inside and out." James looked into the deep night. "Every ridge, every stream, every grove of trees where people can hide must be imprinted in my mind."
Just then, Tom's voice rang out again, carrying an undeniable sense of urgency: "It's June now, and soon it will be July. November, and winter will be here!"
This statement was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
"Build houses! Grow grains and vegetables! Drill wells! The livestock sheds also need to be built quickly, otherwise what will happen to the cattle when winter comes?"
He quickened his pace, listing the urgent tasks one by one: "Four months! Only four months! Build a house that can withstand the harsh winter; time waits for no one!"
James fell silent, his brow furrowed, clearly weighing his options rapidly.
Tom, however, seemed to have started talking non-stop, continuing his plans: "The house has to be two stories! In case the snow blocks the door, at least we can escape from the second floor—the wood needs to be chopped and dried in advance—or maybe we should just hire people? I just don't know how much the wages are in this godforsaken place—"
"No rush!" James interrupted in a deep voice, with an unquestionable authority. "It's not too late to take action after we've figured out the situation."
Tom opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed the rest of his words.
As dawn broke, Tom lifted the tent flap.
He paused, his gaze instantly fixed on a spot not far away where Ennis and Zach stood like two silent stone statues, one on each side of their father, James!
Tom instantly understood from the anxious expressions on their faces.
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