However, Wayne died. Like all people who speak by bullets and live by a woman's heart. He ended himself with his own hands. Stewart's life and death moments were found by himself. If Wayne didn't fire that shot, he would complete the death of an idealist silently and odorlessly. Then everything in the town returned to calm. Wayne's love rival disappeared, and his deterrent power in front of the bandits is still there. The jungle order disturbed by a passionate young man from outside is restored to its balance. He is just an out-of-date outsider. But Wayne fired that shot. Since then, my own happiness has been ruined, and the lives of others have been fulfilled. Isn't it true that only people with a hard backbone and a tormented soul are qualified to be the stones that pave the way for history? In any case, the new era whizzed past his head, leaving him on the roadbed. So, he just lay there, without his shoes.
Although the alcoholic journalist (who was also in sharp contrast with the shrewd and healthy junior editor) did a good job of being an example, it shows us that the defenders of freedom of speech are not only capable of dealing with inter-provincial arrivals. The police of the United States must be able to withstand the three-handed axe of a real bully. However, I have never seen that Ford has a Federalist enthusiasm for the "social order" that was exchanged for such bloodshed and sacrifice. Twelve years later, his next generation, Sam Pakinpa, turned his heart-wrenching words into pouring bullets, and completely overturned the so-called world of order. This seems to be caused by the different values of the directors of the new and old generations, but perhaps every outstanding western film director is a rebel of order deep down, otherwise they will not indulge in the wilderness. Even the bleakness of "Unforgivable" is not so much derived from the destruction of the western mythology, as it is a boredom of the fait accompli-the killer will get old, too old to be able to get on the horse and not be allowed to shoot. At the same time, new generations of evil and barbarism are still rampant. Doing evil is always so easy for some people, just as killing is always so difficult for some people. This has nothing to do with disorder.
Trains can start from scratch, and people can be divided into cars on and off, but cactus flowers always bloom in that place. As for time and history, love to fly and fly.
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