У нас вы можете посмотреть бесплатно Seven Riders Came To Seize His Ranch... What They Didn't Know Was He Was A Deadly Sharpshooter Alive или скачать в максимальном доступном качестве, видео которое было загружено на ютуб. Для загрузки выберите вариант из формы ниже:
Если кнопки скачивания не
загрузились
НАЖМИТЕ ЗДЕСЬ или обновите страницу
Если возникают проблемы со скачиванием видео, пожалуйста напишите в поддержку по адресу внизу
страницы.
Спасибо за использование сервиса ClipSaver.ru
"Some men are born killers. Others are forged in the fires of war. But the deadliest ones? They're the grandfathers nobody sees coming." September 1882. Nebraska Territory. The dust hung thick as seven riders approached the Crawford ranch like a slow-moving storm. They rode with the arrogance of men who'd never been told "no"—the kind who believed a piece of paper from a crooked land office made them righteous, and that numbers made them invincible. What they didn't know could fill a graveyard. On the roof of his modest ranch house, seventy-two-year-old Samuel Crawford adjusted his Winchester Model 1876 against the worn leather bipod he'd carried since the war. His hands—gnarled as oak roots but steady as stone—checked the rifle's mechanism with the practiced ease of a man who'd done it ten thousand times before. Behind him, through the open window, he could hear his daughter Mary reading to his grandchildren. Their laughter drifted up like pipe smoke, innocent and pure. Below, in the corrals, two hundred head of cattle grazed peacefully, unaware that men were coming to steal them, to steal everything Samuel had built in the seventeen years since he'd hung up his uniform. The riders were maybe eight hundred yards out now. Close enough to see their faces through his scope. The leader—a thick-necked man with a silver star pinned crooked on his vest—carried a Winchester across his saddle. Fake sheriff. Real thief. Samuel's jaw tightened. His finger found the trigger guard, resting there like an old friend coming home. They should've done their research. They should've asked around town about the quiet old man on the Crawford ranch. They should've learned what Samuel Crawford did at Little Round Top on July 2nd, 1863. But they didn't. And now it was too late.