In the snowy fir forest, hunt and fight.
At the stall next door in the vast west, gradually dying and fleeing.
It shows a broad history after the American Civil War.
But when I watched it, I realized that it was no longer an ordinary police film, crime film, but more and more reflection and questioning. The female fire that would appear in both people's dreams turned out to be war and killing and death.
Kind of like a fable?
The old man watching the water
is yours and always yours, and it is useless if it is not your force.
The mysterious woman who sells potions.
"Isn't he your friend? Then who is he?" The
hunter once prevented his accomplices from bullying the girl, spared the family that sheltered the enemy, and left the horse behind.
Those who were hunted down repeatedly shed tears of regret.
Eventually shake hands, and finally go in a different direction.
I don’t know what it means for the director to finally arrange them to go in two different directions?
Although forgive, but still can't bear the pain in my heart, right?
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