Li Long felt reassured now.
Ever since Li Long had become friends with Harimu and the others, the winter camp had changed a great deal.
One of those changes was that they placed greater importance on guns.
With guns and the ammunition Li Long supplied, even a woman alone at the winter camp would no longer be afraid, not even at night.
After all, faced with firearms, wolves were nothing but trash-no, prey.
With that in mind, Li Long thought he ought to leave them some more ammunition.
Li Long always brought a gun when he went into the mountains, and this trip was no exception. He had also brought a hundred rounds, so he left all of them behind except for the ten loaded into his gun.
Harimu would certainly need to take a gun when he went to notify Jade Mountain River and the others. He could not afford to be careless.
Though few herders were attacked by wolves in the mountains during winter, it was not unheard of.
Those creatures were not picky eaters!
Harimu knew he could not spread word of this too widely, because plenty of people would want to follow him and Li Long to the County Seat to slaughter sheep.
What many people probably could not imagine was that if you asked one of the young men here to go to the County Seat and look around on his own, he most likely would not go.
Social anxiety.
But if Harimu or Li Long took them, they would fight tooth and nail for a spot.
Li Long was someone they could trust, their friend, their dosen.
He was different from the traders who went to the pastureland in summer to barter with them.
Over more than two years, Li Long had become fully