America 1881: Legend of the West

A group of people were thrown to a bonfire and several guns were pointed at them.

Sean's face also appeared in the light of the bonfire. Chen Jianqiu pointed at him and said to the horse thief in front of him: "This one is half of you. If you stick your butts out, he will know what you are going to do." .”

Although most of the people present did not understand what this Chinese proverb meant, they generally understood that it was not a good thing.

"Kill him, there's no use keeping it." Adam was about to pull the trigger.

"Don't! Don't!" the leader of the horse thieves begged, "it was the devil who took our souls away from us, and that's why we attacked your horses."

"Then can you give me a reason to keep you here?" Chen Jianqiu knelt down and slapped the leader of the horse thieves on the face with his dagger.

"Well, we can give you some money and provide you with information about nearby horses. Can..."

"Let's kill him." Chen Jianqiu stood up and turned around. Adam and Feiniao were ready to shoot.

"I, I can help you get rid of these horses!" The leader of the horse thieves was trembling with fear. "There is a black market nearby that specializes in dealing with these horses!"

Chen Jianqiu raised his hand and motioned for others to put down their guns first.

"On a farm not far from Pitkin, this farm is the territory of the Larkfield Gang. Their people collect horses there and then transport them out of the state. We all deal with stolen horses there. ." The horse thief spoke quickly, fearing that the impatient Chinese cowboy in front of him would shoot him.

Sean came over and said with a smile: "Do you think we look like three-year-old children? Are we going to a place like that to wait for you to ambush us? Or are we waiting for the local sheriff to arrest us?"

"No! No! There is absolutely no need for me to lie to you. The county of Pitkin, which was just established this year, does not have enough police force to take care of this. The Larkfield Gang has been operating very well here in the past two years, and his black market is very famous underground. .”

Chen Jianqiu's eyes turned to Adam, who nodded for the first time:

"What he said is true. I've heard about it before, but I don't know the specific address. It seems to have changed places several times. It is said that only those with a bounty on their heads are eligible to enter."

"Then what if they look at each other inside? For example, they see the bounty on each other's head?" A question popped up in Sean's mind.

"Similar to the rules of most taverns in the West, no touching is allowed inside. You can do whatever you want outside."

Chen Jianqiu snorted: "I thought Colorado's 'Messenger of Justice' Fultz had eliminated the largest gangs in his territory."

He took out a piece of binding rope from his saddle bag, threw it to Feiniao, and said to the leader of the horse thieves in a "pleasant" manner: "Then I have no choice but to ask you to accompany us."

Then his voice suddenly rose and he shouted: "Everyone else, get out!"

The other horse thieves were crawling on the ground and running around with their heads in their hands.

"Why don't you go back first, Malik." Chen Jianqiu turned around and said to Malik.

Malik looked numb the whole time. He had experienced too much during this period.

But when Chen Jianqiu really planned to say goodbye to him, he didn't know why he felt a little lost in his heart, even a little reluctant.

"Why, do you really want to travel around the world with us?" Chen Jianqiu seemed to see what Malik was thinking, "Don't worry, Fultz won't make things difficult for you. You are now the hero of your village."

"Well, then, what else can I help you with?" Malik rubbed his hands together nervously.

"I haven't thought about it yet. I will come to you when necessary." Chen Jianqiu was never polite about these things.

The next morning, everyone parted ways with Malik, one heading south and a group heading north.

The leader of the horse thieves was a little broken. He originally thought that Chen Jianqiu would let him sit on a quarter horse, but

As a result, Chen Jianqiu said that he had been traveling hard recently and had no good fodder to feed him, which had caused him to lose a lot of weight, making it even more impossible to carry people.

Therefore, the horse could no longer be ridden. Chen Jianqiu tied up his hands, led him with a rope, and followed Hei Luobo.

As long as the horse thief has any intention of escaping or the situation is not right, Chen Jianqiu doesn't mind letting him use his legs to challenge the speed and strength of Black Radish.

Along the way, in addition to giving directions, the leader of the horse thieves would also glance at the black carrot with evil intent from time to time.

What a BMW. If it were sold, it would definitely fetch a lot of money.

I don't know if he felt the gaze from behind, but Black Carrot gave him a tail intentionally or unintentionally.

The horse thief's face suddenly felt as if he had been slapped with a steel brush. It was so painful that he almost fainted.

Since then, the horse thief has been honest and made no mistakes.

The group of people walked leisurely for a long time and arrived at a farm around afternoon.

From a distance, the farm looks no different from other western farms. The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and cattle and sheep are visible in the windblown grass.

Chen Jianqiu was even in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to Montrose, where they set a fire to completely break up Adam and his old friend.

But as he got closer, he discovered something different about this farm.

The gate of the farm is a shabby arch. Several wooden letters on the lintel are missing, and the remaining ones hang crookedly, making it impossible to combine the name of the farm.

There were two men dressed as cowboys, holding rifles, guarding both sides of the gate.

They saw Chen Jianqiu and his party from a distance, looked at each other, and raised their guns:

"Hey, people in front of you, stop, I haven't seen you."

Chen Jianqiu got off the horse and tugged on the rope in his hand. The horse thief stumbled over with a look of resentment on his face.

Chen Jianqiu untied the rope for him and said very politely: "Excuse me."

Ten thousand words starting with F ran through the horse thief's heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

"Horse seller." The horse thief pointed to the seven or eight quarter horses behind Chen Jianqiu and said to the guard.

Seeing that they were acquaintances, the guards put down their guns. When Chen Jianqiu and the others approached, one of the guards saw Chen Jianqiu's face clearly and narrowed his eyes.

"Are you the Chinese guy who was recently put on Denver's bounty list?"

Sean and Asuka suddenly became alert, and their hands involuntarily touched the rifles on their horses.

"Huh?" Chen Jianqiu took a walk around the market before and didn't see anyone reacting to him in particular. He thought his "notoriety" hadn't spread here yet.

"Well, welcome to Larkfield Farm." The expression on the guard's face didn't change much. Although he still looked like a white man seeing a person of color, his body had moved out of the way.

There were not many people working on the farm, but there were some horses parked outside the barn. The barn door was closed, and a small door opened beside it.

On both sides of the small door, there were still two cowboys holding guns guarding the door as usual.

They saw Chen Jianqiu and his party and the horses behind them. One of them opened the door a crack and whistled inside.

After a while, several cowboys came out of the small door.

"They will help you take the horses to the stables nearby. We will have special people to look at the horses later. And you, please hand over your weapons before you can go in." The cowboy guarding the gate said.

Chen Jianqiu looked directly into his eyes with sharp eyes:

"What if I didn't?"

The two gatekeepers and several cowboys whipped out their guns.

Sean, Feiniao, and Adam all stood on both sides of Chen Jianqiu, especially Adam, who leaned slightly and was ready to draw his gun.

Tensions were rising outside the barn.

At this time, a deep voice came from inside the barn:

"Let them come in. I'm in business and I don't like to fight."

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