America 1881: Legend of the West

"Yes." White looked down at the cow and made a strange request. "I want the breed from Missouri."

The cowboy smiled honestly, "Sir, the cattle there are generally not sold here unless it finds a home here."

"Do you have a cigarette?" He glanced around, and then his eyes caught White's body.

White took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pinched off the front section, put it in his mouth, lit it and took a puff, then handed the cigarette to the cowboy.

The cowboy took the cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Donovan, who was hiding in the crowd from a distance and stared at this side, opened his eyes wide:

"This man is an informant." He leaned down and said to Tom, who was looking around.

"How did you tell?"

Tom looked at the cowboy and White and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"This action of pinching a cigarette is a secret code for us to communicate with informants or undercovers. Only insiders know this. Oh, by the way, you have never been an undercover agent."

Donovan suddenly remembered this.

When White saw the cowboy holding a cigarette, he walked to the cowboy's side, held his hand on the bullpen, and looked outside the bullpen.

"Is Jesse James back?" he asked in a low voice.

"He's back, but he doesn't stay in the ranch all the time. The only ones who are always there are his mother and sister." The cowboy looked in the opposite direction to him, put his hands in his pockets, and kicked the straw on the ground with his feet.

A cow stood in front of them. From outside the cowshed, it seemed that the two of them were talking to themselves rather than communicating.

"Are you planning to close the net?" The cowboy lowered his head and continued to ask.

"No, the situation in Dodge City is a bit complicated now. Carson and the others seem to be targeting me, so their actions are on hold." White said, "You continue to stay at the ranch and find out the specific whereabouts of Jesse James."

"Then how can we contact you later?"

"Don't go to the tavern recently, and I won't take the initiative to contact you. If anything happens, just go to Pink Lady to find little Lilith and ask me. She will find a way to contact me."

"Your taste is really unique." The cowboy curled his lips.

White did not answer this question, but whispered in a tone he had never heard before:

"Be careful and take care."

After saying that, he rubbed the soil with straw under his feet, straightened his clothes, and left the cattle pen.

The cowboy took a drag on his cigarette and dropped the rest on the ground.

He stamped out the cigarette butt with his foot to prevent it from igniting the straw on the ground.

"You go back first to avoid suspicion from that pockmarked man." Donovan, who was watching from a distance, said to Tom, who was already a little impatient. "I'll follow him."

"By the way, don't forget to ask someone to bring my horse over and tie it to the door!" he ordered.

Tom looked at Donovan strangely.

Seeing that Tom didn't move, Donovan thought for a moment and understood what the guy in front of him was thinking.

"Hey, I'm not that pockmarked person. I won't eat alone." He said helplessly to Tom, "Cooperation, okay?"

Tom was reluctant and left in three steps.

The cowboy did not rush to leave, but continued to sell the cattle to other cattle traders.

After selling most of the cattle he brought to a cattle dealer, Jeffries finally began to pack up and prepare to close the stall.

He drove the remaining cattle and left the livestock exchange.

Donovan followed quietly.

He kept a certain distance from Jeffries to ensure that the cowboy could not see him, but he could follow the traces he left.

The person being followed was driving the cattle, and the speed was not too fast, and the traces were easy to find.

Two hours later, he discovered that a pasture appeared in front of him.

This pasture suddenly appeared before his eyes, and the surrounding wilderness was completely empty.

Donovan quickly dismounted.

He knew that if he walked a little further, he would probably be discovered.

So, the detective tied up the horse, took out a pair of binoculars from the horse, found a rock as a cover, and began to observe the pasture in front of him.

There are not many people in the pasture, but they are all busy. Some of them are driving new cattle fence posts, and some are cleaning the cattle and sheep pens.

When Donovan's eyes rested on an old woman who was milking cows, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He was familiar with this woman. He had seen a picture of this woman in the information provided to them in Chicago.

She was Jesse James' mother.

The pock-marked man said that he had been following this thief for many years, and he really had a connection.

Seeing this, Donovan no longer needed to look any further.

He returned to his horse, dismounted, and whipped back to Dodge City.

Donovan returned to the hotel where he was staying and called all the detectives except White into his room.

He told the others in the room what he had discovered today.

"Brothers, we have found Jesse James's lair." He said excitedly.

"But you didn't see Jesse James in person." Tom raised his own doubts. He didn't understand how exciting it was.

Donovan grabbed Tom's shoulders and began to shake his head vigorously:

"That's Jesse James' mother! Do you know? After catching his mother and then threatening him with his mother, do you think he will hide again?" Donovan licked his lips.

"You mean we kidnap her mother?" Tom asked.

"Is there anything wrong?" Donovan had the same feeling as White for the first time. He really felt that Tom was stupid and stupid.

He didn't see anything wrong with kidnapping a thief's mother.

"What if Jesse James leads someone to take revenge on us?" one detective asked.

"He's finished! Do you understand? He lost all his men in the last bank robbery." Donovan smiled, "Even if we can find some temporarily, how many can we have?"

"When are you leaving?" asked another detective.

"Tomorrow, we'll leave tomorrow." Donovan rubbed his hands, impatiently.

The next morning, White walked out the door of his room.

He wanted to inform Donovan and Tom that they needed to stay in Dodge City for a few more days.

However, he knocked on almost everyone's room door, but found that no one opened the door.

White felt more and more that something was wrong.

He quickly came to the first floor, found the owner of the hotel, and asked eagerly: "Boss, have you seen the people who stayed with me?"

The boss looked at White in surprise: "Huh? Didn't they tell you? These people went out early in the morning and seemed to be heading outside the city."

White's face was livid.

What happened in the past two days flashed through his mind.

He prevented almost everyone from following him, but he did not pay attention to those colleagues who he regarded as idiots.

White knew that, possibly, the worst was about to happen.

The recklessness of these people will cause trouble!

This will kill people!

He quickly ran out of the hotel door, rode to the train station, and sent a telegram to Harry Rivers at the New Mexico headquarters.

He hoped that the headquarters could quickly support this place.

According to his judgment, the situation here will soon become so bad that even as proud as he is, he will have to call for support.

Of course, due to the word limit of the telegram and Jeffries' special status, he had no way to explain the matter clearly.

Harry's call back was quick.

There were three lines in total. One line said that Donovan's judgment was correct, one line scolded White for lacking the spirit of cooperation, and the remaining line scolded him for being unreasonable and lacking in courage.

White directly rolled up the telegraph newspaper into a paper ball and threw it into the trash can.

He arranged his guns, mounted his horse, and prepared to set off.

Things have reached this point, and I can only bet that my judgment has been wrong.

However, he didn't know that just as he was about to set off, there was another person looking at him from behind the window on the second floor.

Chen Jianqiu closed the curtains, turned his head, and said to the other people in the room:

"Mount your horse and get ready to go."