Wild North America 1846

Chapter 18

San Francisco is like many European and American towns. The center of San Francisco is the Dolores Church built by the Spaniards in 1776. The beige walls are matched with the unique Mediterranean Roman colonnade and the golden cross, showing a solemn religious atmosphere.

Surrounding several old towns near the Dolores Church, there are many Spanish-style stone buildings, which still cannot conceal the old style under the baptism of years of vicissitudes.

There are not many stone buildings in the entire new town, that is, hundreds of them. Among them, there are not only the handwriting of the early Spaniards, but also the houses newly built by the gold rush upstarts. Most of them are concentrated in the old city.

This is a traditional white area, a traditional rich area, and John Sutter's sphere of influence. Local white mounted police frequently come and go, and the law and order is much better than other places.

In recent years

With the rapid increase in the population of San Francisco and the rapid expansion of the urban area, various wooden houses have sprung up one after another. Most of the buildings outside the old city are made of wood. Except for a small number of 2-story wooden buildings, most of them are wooden. bungalow.

Here, you can see white gold diggers with different accents, Mexicans wearing exaggerated straw hats, Chinese with braids, Indians who like to wear a blanket on their bodies, and black slaves walking with their heads bowed, on the sandy streets Filled with the smell of cow dung and horse urine.

Not far away, there were occasional gunshots and loud screams, making the chaotic town even more noisy and restless.

These two days

There is a lot of infighting between the two ethnic Chinese forces, which of course cannot be concealed from the local snake, Sheriff John-A-Clark.

He is a tall and thin middle-aged white man in his 40s, with deep wrinkles on his face, engraved with traces of wind and frost in the Nevada Gobi Desert, and a pair of gray-blue eyes as sharp as wild wolves.

John was wearing a navy blue suit, an English-style round hat on his head, and if he hadn't been wearing coffee-colored pointed cowboy boots, he would have looked like an English gentleman on the streets of Manchester at first glance. His attire looked elegant and restrained.
What makes him look different is that on the chest of the left breast of the suit, there is an oval-shaped shiny police badge. The five stars in the middle of the badge are particularly eye-catching. There is also a revolver inserted on the right side of the waist, which makes people suddenly alert. This is the wild and chaotic North American West.

Sheriff John walked on the street with a few men, and the white gentlemen passing by would greet him proactively, and John would also put his hat on the brim of his symbolic hand and take off his hat.

It made him feel good, like a lion patrolling his territory.

"Good day, my dear Mrs. James, you look very well, and this impressive rich dress, which I believe is of the latest Parisian fashion, complements your beauty."

"Thank you for the compliment, Sergeant John, you also look... well, nice, and it's reassuring to see you patrolling the streets."

"This is what I should do, ma'am, so don't delay your afternoon arrangements."

"Goodbye, Sheriff."

Watching the elegant white lady leave, followed by two black maids, the smile on Sheriff John's face restrained, revealing a mocking look, and said in a sharp tone;

"She looks so haughty as if she takes us for watchdogs. Look, Brunel."

"Of course I do, sir, having heard that Mr. James has lost a great deal of money in the Washington Street casino."

"Hmph, that's a complete idiot..."

When John said this, he saw two Chinese gunmen from the Agreement Hall walking towards each other along the street, looking around.

He immediately stopped talking and looked at them with a disgusted scrutiny.

The two Chinese gunmen also saw John standing on the street and the three white mounted policemen behind him, looking at them with unfriendly eyes.

Seeing this scene, the two Chinese gunmen pretended not to see them, and avoided a carriage loaded with goods.

Looking at the back of them leaving, John spit on the ground with an uneasy expression, and cursed;
"These damned yellow-skinned monkeys regard this place as their own yard, come here whenever they want, kill people whenever they want, and the Tang Dynasty who is doing things is fully armed. What do they want to do? Do they want to start a war? ?"

"Sir, according to me, even if there is a war between the Agreement Hall and the Datang Society, it will be due to internal strife among the Chinese. As long as there is no exchange of fire in the new town, we don't need to worry about them. We just deal with Captain Richardson in Fangcao and that dirty Mexican. , is enough to annoy us.”

"Hmph, that kid named Li Cha is really disgusting, he dared to build a camp in Grape Valley, who gave him the right?"

"Boss, Li Cha is a ruthless guy, he is not easy to mess with. You can ask the Agreement Hall to meet them first, and it will be clear at a glance who is the rock and who is the cheese."

"I swear, one day these dirty yellow-skinned monkeys will get out of here, this is not where they should be."

"That's right, sir, we all support you." Mounted policeman Isambard Brunel flattered him, looking at the backs of the two Chinese gunmen who were going away, showing a complicated expression.

One thing more is worse than one thing less, which is the way to save life in this troubled world.

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Whether it is the old John Sutter representing the white power, Captain William Richardson, the white gold digger leader Alexander Madison, the Mexican leader Juan Carlos, or any other big or small power, there is no absolute overwhelming power .

Sheriff John had a total of 67 mounted policemen, scattered in the criss-crossing blocks of New Town without even seeing a splash.

This is not a good place. White cowboys and Mexican gunmen with revolvers on their hips can be seen everywhere on the streets. There are dozens of shootings every day, the judicial order is lost, and human life is cheap.

But we should not underestimate the strength of this private police force. Every white mounted policeman here is a coward and can gather a few helpers at any time.

There were even some white mounted policemen who were the leaders of a small group of gangsters, but killed the original mounted policemen, and then blatantly pinned the mounted police badges on their chests.

As long as you get the acquiescence of Sheriff John, then everything is OK.

Of course, those who can do this are limited to whites, neither Mexicans nor Chinese, and they will definitely not be recognized by Sheriff John.

From the bottom of his heart, John is a bigoted white supremacist who discriminates against all people of color.

After all, who can control him?
If a big war really breaks out, Sheriff John can gather hundreds of white cowboy gunmen, coupled with the support of the old John Sutter behind him, it seems to be the most powerful force in the new town.

But the other forces are not vegetarians. Even the agreement hall, which is not ranked high, is also a strong second-level force in the new town. It has more than a hundred powerful Chinese gunmen and cannot be easily provoked.

best practice;

That is to tacitly maintain their respective spheres of influence, not to violate the river, and not to easily set off a war.

Because in the chaos, you don't know when several hostile forces have secretly united, trying to swallow their own territory, everything is possible.

The hundreds of gunmen in the Agreement Hall seem to be a lot of people, but in fact, there are not many people who can be used intensively, just enough.

In Pike Street and Chinatown in the new town, Agreement Hall opened a total of 4 brothels, and each brothel had to have 15 to 20 Chinese gunmen to manage the place, so that it could barely operate.

Don't forget, who are the people who patronize these Chinese brothels?

Since Chinese prostitution charges are relatively cheap, customers include rough white cowboys, gold diggers, Mexican gunmen, and Chinese gold diggers exuding a tough atmosphere, so there is no good match.

If you want these daring guys to pay obediently, without enough force to deter them, it is simply stealing the door.

It is estimated that in the end, these customers who have just had a good time on women will not admit it when they lift their pants, and maybe they will grab them by the way. There is really no bad thing they dare not do.

One is a brothel, one is a gambling stall, and the other is a tavern. These three places are the places where fires occur most frequently. Fist shaking is almost the gentlest way to vent anger. Guns are drawn on the spot, and bloodshed is also common on the streets.

Therefore, after Lin Zhanhao, the original North American helmsman, learned that Li Cha had killed his right-hand man Lin Ada and others, he hastily gathered 16 cavalry to fight towards Grape Valley. This is already the largest force that can be gathered in a short time .

If all the hands are really concentrated, then all the gambling stalls in the brothel will go out of business, and there will be no one to guard the hall.

With one radish and one hole, there are not many free hands.

After San Francisco was first established by the Spaniards, most of the prostitutes at that time were Mexicans. After they made money, they built small white buildings on Washington Street, mainly doing business for the wealthy white households in the old city, including native Hispanics. Whites and rich Mexicans.

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I often see Mexican gunmen wearing exaggerated straw hats wandering around. They all belong to Juan Carlos' men.

A hard work, a harvest, to do any business must pay hard work and even life, in order to get rich returns.

The white prostitutes were in a more upscale brothel on Washington Street, a three-story French Romantic-style building with a romantic and elegant environment, and it was also the most frequented place for local high-society gentlemen.

These white prostitutes charge expensive fees, and the most famous girls charge 20 times as much as normal ones for one customer, and they are still flocking to them.

This is a brothel called "New Orleans Sweetheart Shack" opened by the old bustard Lilith from New Orleans, and it is backed by the huge power of old John Sutter, who seems to be confident.

In the chaotic new town, even the door of the grocery store will have a few white gunmen sitting around doing nothing, and there will be a short-barreled musket loaded with bullets under the counter of the shopkeeper and the clerk.

No way, it's too messy.

(End of this chapter)