America 1881: Legend of the West

Chen Jianqiu took the clothes from Sean's hand and walked to the brother who opened the deal.

"My money." Chen Jianqiu smiled and stretched out his hand.

The brother honestly handed the handful of banknotes he was holding into Chen Jianqiu's hand.

Chen Jianqiu clicked, took out part of it, and returned the rest to the brother.

"too much."

He said so.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of people, Chen Jianqiu walked to Roosevelt's side.

The Sheriff had put on his glasses again, but his face was still a little pale.

"How are you? Are you okay?" Chen Jianqiu asked with concern.

Roosevelt took a breath.

"Much better. It's nothing serious. I was too careless just now. I should have been able to prevent his punch."

he said with some regret.

"It's okay, let's go back."

Chen Jianqiu helped him up from the ground and put a coat on him at the same time.

"You are really strong." Roosevelt said to Chen Jianqiu while adjusting his coat. "Teach me if you have time?"

"Ah."

"Everyone, keep playing, let's move out first!" Chen Jianqiu turned his head and bowed his hands to the onlookers.

Three people walked out of the crowd.

"Why don't you three stay at my place for the night instead of staying in a hotel? My place is big."

Roosevelt and Chen Jianqiu walked side by side and said to him.

Chen Jianqiu could feel that the distance between him and himself was obviously much closer.

"Row."

The three of them mounted their horses and set out on the road back to the ranch.

Chen Jianqiu found that Feiniao had been mechanically following them since they entered the town, silent and preoccupied.

After arriving at the ranch, he deliberately slowed down his pace and came to Asuka's side.

Chen Jianqiu put his arm around the Indian young man's shoulders:

"Asuka, what's wrong?"

Feiniao raised his head and looked at Chen Jianqiu.

Under the moonlight, his expression was a little dazed.

"It's nothing, boss, I'm fine."

"Just tell me what you have to say, don't hide it in your heart."

Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder and walked towards the big house.

It was spring and there was no fire in the fireplace.

Several kerosene lamps and candlesticks illuminated the living room.

The nanny had already put Alice to sleep.

Roosevelt asked a servant to prepare a room for the three of them, while he chatted with the three of them in the living room.

After the room was tidied up, the black man and Asuka went to rest first.

Only Chen Jianqiu and Roosevelt were left in the living room.

They chatted until late at night, and the content was extremely broad.

If it was just general talk before on the horse, then the chat tonight allowed Chen Jianqiu to see Roosevelt's erudition.

He is not only a politician, but also a very good historian and a prolific author.

However, many of his views still did not break through the limitations of time and race.

Many of Chen Jianqiu's views were very imaginative and epic in the eyes of Roosevelt.

This made him even more interested in the Chinese man in front of him.

"Aren't you planning to go back east?"

Chen Jianqiu sat on the sofa, flipping through a draft of a new book handed to him by Roosevelt by the light of the candlestick.

"It's good to be a vigilante here and write a book. I will still take Alice back to New York State every winter."

Roosevelt looked out the window with a wry smile on his lips.

"But it seems that many people here want me to go back early."

"Oh? I think you have quite a high reputation among the townspeople."

Chen Jianqiu's hand temporarily stopped turning the pages of the manuscript. He raised his head and glanced at Roosevelt.

"I tried to integrate myself into them, but it seemed that they didn't agree with this; the nanny also advised me to go back early, saying that it would be better for Alice to stay in a big city."

Chen Jianqiu nodded and began to read Roosevelt's manuscript again.

The next morning.

Roosevelt changed his clothes and opened the door to the house.

The rays of the rising sun spread over the entire pasture, covering everything here with a layer of gold.

The ranch hands and cowboys were already busy.

They drove the cattle and sheep out of the pen and headed towards the pasture.

In the twilight, Chen Jianqiu was standing on the grass outside the fence, making gestures in the air, as if he was boxing or dancing.

His movements were extremely powerful, with the sound of hunting, and every move was clean and neat.

Roosevelt looked on stunned.

After Chen Jianqiu finished one set, he put his feet together and stopped working.

He found Roosevelt standing in a circle watching, and walked over with a smile.

"My master taught me a set of boxing techniques, but I don't know what it's called."

"Boxing technique? Does it come from China?"

"Well, Guangdong, China."

"That should be very powerful, right? Can you teach me?" Roosevelt looked eager to try.

"I'm good at killing people, average at martial arts, and good at strengthening my body."

Chen Jianqiu walked up to Roosevelt.

"I can teach you now if you're interested."

Just when Roosevelt was asking Chen Jianqiu for advice on Chinese martial arts like a curious baby.

A horse appeared on the distant horizon, galloping towards the pasture.

Roosevelt and Chen Jianqiu both stopped their movements and looked at the horse.

Roosevelt frowned.

Early in the morning, if it wasn't an urgent matter, he wouldn't have driven here like this.

The horse quickly came closer, and the man on the horse got off the horse, panting.

It's Pink.

"Sir, something happened. Another ranch was attacked."

Roosevelt and Chen Jianqiu looked at each other with a stern expression.

It seems that the matter is not over after all.

"Where? When?"

"It's the Parsons' ranch, on the edge of the Indian reservation. It might have been last night or early this morning!"

hiss~

Chen Jianqiu realized that the problem seemed a bit troublesome.

The worst possibility suddenly occurred to him.

After much consideration, he still took the bird with him and went to the crime scene with Roosevelt and others.

Several people quickly rushed to the ranch located on the edge of the reservation.

"A family of five, no one survived, they were all burned to charcoal."

Roosevelt walked out of the dilapidated house that was still warm.

He stood at the door of the house with his hands on his hips and looked across the ranch.

In addition to the wooden house behind him, the barns and warehouses were also set on fire.

The fence was empty, the sheep and horses were gone.

"Who discovered it?" he asked Pink beside him.

"A passing cowboy discovered it. He plans to go to Shepherd Town to purchase some things today."

Pink replied sullenly.

"He saw it was on fire."

"Ah."

Roosevelt looked at Chen Jianqiu beside him and wanted to ask his opinion.

Chen Jianqiu squatted down and began to observe the marks on the ground.

The marks on the ground are very messy, including horse hoof prints and footprints, but they have obviously been deliberately disturbed. They are one on top of the other, and nothing can be seen.

"What else did the cowboy say?" Roosevelt turned around and asked Pinker.

Pink glanced at the flying bird behind Chen Jianqiu and hesitated to speak.

"Just say it directly, don't have too many scruples."

Roosevelt motioned to his subordinate to speak directly.

"Well, the cowboy said, he was in the distance and seemed to see Indians appearing near the ranch, so..."

Before he finished speaking, a police officer who was investigating the scene not far away ran over with something like an ornament in his hand.

This is a bone ornament, strung with a hemp rope.

"Sir, come and take a look at this."

The police officer handed the item into Roosevelt's hand.

Other people also gathered around, but Chen Jianqiu patted Asuka on the shoulder and walked aside.

"Is it a Sioux thing?"

Chen Jianqiu took out a cigarette, lit it, held it in his mouth, and asked.

Asuka's face looked very ugly.

Obviously the answer is yes.

Naturally, Chen Jianqiu would not persuade Feiniao to become a traitor.

Although the Indians were scattered, this Sioux tribe was definitely not the one before Asuka, and might still be hostile.

But from the perspective of the nation as a whole, the position should still be very clear.

Chen Jianqiu took a puff of cigarette and dusted off the ashes with one finger:

"Relax, don't cry all the time. Is it possible that there are some acquaintances of yours in that tribe?"

Asuka took a deep breath and nodded.

"Judging from the style of the ornaments, the leader of that tribe should be my father's good friend, Sitting Bull."