America 1881: Legend of the West

Pilot Gartler, the newly appointed Sheriff of Lincoln County, New Mexico.

Although he had just taken office, he was already well-known throughout Lincoln County and the surrounding areas, and many people even knew his name as far away as Santa Fe or Albuquerque.

Because just six months ago, he shot and killed the fast shooter "Billy the Kid" who was as famous as "The God of Death" Adam Granger.

This seventeen-year-old young gunman became famous in the Lincoln County War. With a revolver, he killed dozens of people in a battle and almost wiped out the opponent. He became famous in one battle.

Several police officers died in the pursuit of him, and Billy the Kid ran away again and again under their noses.

But he died anyway, killed by Peller's gun.

However, people did not see the sergeant looking so proud. From that day on, people said that the sergeant became taciturn.

After finishing his work for the day, he would sit on a chair in front of the police station and watch the sunset until dark.

Billy the Kid is dead, and Lincoln County is still the same Lincoln County, with mud, horse manure, and cows and sheep running all over the ground.

On this day, the Sheriff was still sitting on the chair in front of the door as usual.

He is not busy today.

A horse galloped in front of him from a distance, and a man in a U.S. Army uniform jumped off the horse and quickly came to the police chief.

"Chief Gartler, this is the latest reward order. Please post it for me." The soldier handed a roll of paper to the police chief.

Pyle stood up, took the reward order, opened it, and frowned:

"Geronimo? That Apache God of War? They didn't cause any trouble in Lincoln County, and besides, this is not something that us local sheriffs can control, right?"

The soldier didn't take it seriously. It seemed that he had encountered such vigilantes along the way:

"Just because there hasn't been trouble in the past doesn't mean there won't be trouble in the future. They've become more dangerous recently."

"Colonel Crook has posted these bounty orders in the counties of southern New Mexico. Don't worry, the bounty is provided by the military. If you are interested in earning this bounty, you can also join in."

"If you can provide the whereabouts of those Indians, there will be corresponding rewards."

Pilot said "Yeah" and turned around, preparing to go to the house to find paste and put the reward order in the reward column.

"So, are there any people of suspicious color in Lincolnshire lately?" the soldier asked.

Pile turned his head and looked at the soldier like a fool.

Lincoln County is located on the southeastern thoroughfare of New Mexico. There are many people doing business from north to south, including Jews, Mexicans, Irish, etc., and their skin colors are of course different.

He pointed at a man who was driving a carriage slowly passing behind the soldiers and asked:

"Does this person count?"

The soldier turned his head and glanced, shook his head: "This looks like a Chinese, I'm talking about an Indian."

"Hello, Sheriff!" The Chinese on the carriage greeted Pilot with a smile.

The police chief also saluted him: "Hello, Chen Long!"

Seeing that the sergeant no longer wanted to pay attention to him, the soldier grunted and got on his horse again. He glanced at the town, then turned the horse's head and prepared to go to the next town.

Chen Jianqiu, who goes by the pseudonym "Chen Long", arrived in Lincoln County in the morning to buy some supplies.

Lincoln County was the last town to enter the sphere of influence of the original Nahua people. After replenishing supplies, their team was ready to set off.

With him came Sean and Holmes.

It is definitely inconvenient for Geronimo and his Indian warriors to appear; Asuka's Indian face may also cause unnecessary trouble at this time. Danny's injury has healed, but he is still observing, Theresa Need to take care of him.

As for Adam, although several years have passed, he is still a big shot in New Mexico. When Chen Jianqiu went to Santa Fe last time, he saw his mottled reward order posted on the reward list at the entrance of the Santa Fe Police Station.

Speaking of reward orders, Chen Jianqiu hasn't seen his own recently. He doesn't know how high his reward has been in Denver.

He met the police sergeant while buying supplies at the grocery store in the morning.

Pile did not show much interest in unfamiliar faces. Except for the black man who looked a bit sinister, there was nothing special about these three people.

Thief? Lincolnshire is in no shortage of thieves, and robbers and gangs are the specialties here.

Therefore, the police chief focused on questioning Sean, while Chen Jianqiu and Holmes only conducted routine inquiries.

Chen Jianqiu asked Sean and Holmes to continue shopping in the town, while he went to a pub in Lincolnshire.

Judging by the days, Hanif, Downey and Camilla should be arriving by about time.

In the 19th century American West, if you wanted to know first-hand news about a town, a tavern was a good place to go.

Chen Jianqiu was sitting at the bar, asking the bartender for news about Hanif and the others. Unfortunately, it seemed that they had not arrived yet.

The tavern in the morning was not as crowded as it was in the evening, but there were still many people sitting at each table.

These people's attire varied from old to new, but most of them were dressed like cowboys. You couldn't hear what they were talking about specifically. They were all sitting there in a posture that they thought was cool.

Some people put their guns on the table and looked at their guns repeatedly.

Chen Jianqiu looked at them, and suddenly a picture appeared in his mind.

This group of people is a bit like the scene in the martial arts TV series I saw before time travel. Some martial arts people gathered in the inn, put on a posture, showed off their weapons, and started to show off.

Chen Jianqiu has always had doubts about what those martial arts characters relied on for a living, but most of the people in front of him were obviously not rich.

In order not to be kicked out of the tavern, they ordered the cheapest glass of wine in the tavern, drank half of it and put it on the table, and then began to show off their weapons and physiques.

"They are all unemployed and unwilling to do the work of roping cattle and horses." The bartender said disdainfully, "They are a bunch of poor people."

Chen Jianqiu suddenly realized.

The tavern here also functions as an underground labor market. You can find all kinds of people with "special skills" here. They are the "jianghu people" on this continent.

But sometimes their methods make employers uncomfortable.

The white cowboy standing in front of Chen Jianqiu now is one of them.

"Sir, do you need a bodyguard?" The cowboy walked to Chen Jianqiu's side and said roughly.

This white man looked like a thin, thick-haired horse. The flesh on his face was sunken, his cheeks were missing, and he had a large black mole on his temple. Behind him were two other white men, ordinary people, like farmers.

"I don't need a bodyguard, thank you." Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

"You need it, sir." "Shou Ma" said to him seriously.

"Oh?"

"I just saw you buying a lot of things at the grocery store, right?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Sir, you don't understand. Sir, you and your companions seem to be serious businessmen. It would be very unsafe without the protection of a few strong local cowboys." Shouma said in a meaningful way He said in a tone of voice, "It's dangerous near the town."

"No, thank you." Chen Jianqiu's temper seemed to be particularly good, and he refused again.

He didn't want to cause trouble. Who knew the details of these three people.

After saying that, Chen Jianqiu stood up. He wanted to see how Sean and Holmes were doing their shopping.

"Wait, sir, you really need bodyguards. I really didn't lie to you." Shouma walked up with a sincere look on his face, "I, we are very cheap."

Chen Jianqiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and declined again.

Seeing Chen Jianqiu's determination, the three of them had no choice but to give up, turned around and left, discussing something as they walked, their voices so low that he couldn't hear them.

Chen Jianqiu guessed that he was probably laughing at him for being stingy or ignorant.

Soon after, he met Sean and Holmes at the door of the hotel. The two of them had already gone shopping.

The three of them found a place to have a meal together.

Chen Jianqiu told Sean and Holmes to stay in the hotel and wait for Hanif and the others. If there was no news after three days, he would make plans.

As for himself, he rushed back to Geronimo's camp not far from Lincoln County with supplies.

Holmes was very reluctant at first. He always felt that being with this black man would make him insecure and something bad would happen.

"Don't worry, Sean has grown up." Chen Jianqiu sat on the carriage, comforted the geologist, then raised his whip and walked away.

However, he did not know that before he set off, several horses had quietly left Lincoln County ahead of time.

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