The farmers of Wolf Town mostly hid in the nearby forest.
They were quite adept at this process because when the conscription teams used to come wave after wave, the farmers would always burrow into the old woods.
Many farmers had even dug hidden cellars in the woods to store their food.
As for Winters, he knew he was the primary target, so he hid even farther away.
He crossed the Big Horn River and ran into the uninhabited area.
The wilderness was vast, and he was not short of horses. Let alone Ronald not knowing where he was, even if he did, there was no hope of catching up to him.
"So this is what rebellion is?" Little Lion was quite curious, "Why do you always end up being chased wherever you go?"
The two sat side by side on a hillside, which offered the best view within a five-kilometer radius, leaving no place for anyone trying to approach to hide.