America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 67 Larkfield Farm

A group of people were thrown to the edge of the campfire, with several guns pointed at them.

Xiao En'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 is half of you seniors, once you poke your butt, he will know what shit 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 word.

"Kill it, it's useless to keep it." Adam was about to pull the trigger.

"Don't! Don't!" the leading horse thief begged, "It's the devil who took away our souls before we attacked your horses."

"Then you give me a reason to keep you?" Chen Jianqiu squatted down, and patted the face of the horse thief leader with a dagger.

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

"Let's kill it." Chen Jianqiu stood up, turned around, Adam and Asuka were ready to shoot.

"I, I can help you get these horses out!" The leader of the horse thief was trembling with fright, "There is a black market for horses nearby!"

Chen Jianqiu raised his hand, signaling the others to put down their guns first.

"It's on a farm not far from Pitkin. This farm is the site of the Ruckerfield gang. Their people specialize in collecting horses there, and then transport them out of the state. We all deal with the stolen horses there. .” The horse thief spoke quickly, fearing that the impatient Chinese cowboy in front of him would shoot him dead.

Sean leaned over and said with a smirk: "Do you think we look like three-year-olds? Should we go to that kind of place and wait for you to ambush? Or wait for the local sheriff to catch us?"

"No! No! I don't need to lie to you at all. The county that was just established in Pitkin this year doesn't have enough police force to manage these things. The Lackerfield gang has been doing very well here for the past two years, and his black market is very famous in the underground. .”

Chen Jianqiu's gaze turned to Adam, and Adam nodded for the first time:

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

"Then what if we see each other in the same eye? For example, we have taken a fancy to the bounty on the other party's head?" A question popped up in Xiao En's mind.

"It's the same as the rules of most taverns in the west. You are not allowed to do anything inside, but you can do whatever you want when you go out."

Chen Jianqiu snorted: "I thought Colorado's 'Justice Messenger' Fultz had already wiped out the big gang in his territory."

He took out a binding rope from his saddle bag, threw it to Asuka, and said to the leader of the horse thieves with a "comfortable face", "Then I can only wrong you to accompany us for a walk."

Then the voice suddenly increased, and he shouted: "Others, get out!"

The other horse thieves scrambled and scurried away.

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

Malik's face was numb the whole time, he had experienced too much during this time.

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 wander 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."

"Uh, then, what else can I do to help you?" Malik rubbed his hands awkwardly.

"I haven't made up my mind yet. I will find you when I need it." Chen Jianqiu was never polite about these things.

The next morning, the crowd parted from Malik, one headed south and a group of people headed north.

The leader of the horse thieves had a broken heart. He originally thought that Chen Jianqiu would let him sit on a quarter horse.
As a result, Chen Jianqiu said that the journey has been hard recently, and there is no good forage to feed on, resulting in a lot of fat loss, and it is even more impossible to carry people.

Therefore, there was no need to ride the horse. Chen Jianqiu tied his hands, led him with a rope, and followed Hei Luobo.

As long as the horse thief has the slightest intention of running away or the situation is not right, Chen Jianqiu doesn't mind letting him challenge the speed and strength of the black carrot with his legs.

Along the way, besides guiding the way, the leader of the horse thieves would stare at the black carrot from time to time.

It is really a BMW. If it is really sold, it will definitely sell for a lot of money.

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

The horse thief's face felt as if it had been whipped by a steel brush, and it hurt so hot that he almost passed out.

Since then, the horse thief has been honest all the way and never made another mistake.

A group of people walked unhurriedly for half a day, and arrived at a farm in the afternoon.

From a distance, the farm does not look much different from other western farms. The sky is gray, the fields are vast, and the grass is blowing and the cattle and sheep are low.

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

But after getting closer, he found something different about this farm.

The gate of the farm is a dilapidated arch, and the wooden letters on the lintel are missing a few, and the rest hang there crookedly, and the name of the farm cannot be combined at all.

Two men dressed in cowboys, armed with rifles, stood guard on either side of the gate.

They saw Chen Jianqiu and his party from a distance, glanced at each other, and raised their guns:
"Hey, those in front, stop, I haven't seen you."

Chen Jianqiu got off the horse, tugged at the rope in his hand, and the horse thief ran over stumblingly, with a resentful expression on his face.

Chen Jianqiu untied the rope for him, and said very politely: "Please trouble me."

Thousands of words starting with F rushed through the horse thief's mind, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

"The 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.

"Aren't you that Chinese guy who just got on the bounty list in Denver recently?"

Sean and Asuka immediately became alert, and their hands involuntarily reached for the rifle on the horse.

"Huh?" Chen Jianqiu walked around the market before, but he didn't see any special reaction to him. He thought that his "notoriety" had not spread here yet.

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

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

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

They saw Chen Jianqiu's group 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 nearby stables. We will have a special person to look at the horses in a while, and you, please hand over your weapons before you can go in." The cowboy guarding the gate said.

Chen Jianqiu looked straight into his eyes with sharp eyes:
"What if I didn't?"

The two gatekeepers and a few cowboys pulled out their guns with a "swish".

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

Swords are raging outside the barn.

At this time, a deep voice came from the barn:
"Let them come in, I'm in business, I don't like fighting and killing."

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