"So, you're saying someone took the M16 to the Flathead National Forest, right?"

It was Detective Grover who spoke, and the detective looked to be about forty years old, and his figure was very good. The light gray uniform was tightly clung to the body, and the big belly bulged forward, the size of a woman who was pregnant in October.

A few people sat under the eaves of the doorway, and in the middle was a small table with a few cups of coffee on it, which was steaming hot.

Charles took the notebook and kept jotting down something on it. raised his head and wanted to speak, but suddenly saw a super small donkey walking by under the corridor, he was slightly stunned, reacted and turned his head and said, "Mr. Han, why didn't you call the police at that time?"

Father Han glanced at Charles, and from these words, he seemed to hear that he was a fledgling policeman, and smiled softly: "This is an employee of my ranch, and I found it when I was cleaning the room at seven o'clock, and I will call you as soon as I hear the news." ”

After saying that, he took out the bullet, and Charles immediately looked into the bag, and took out an evidence bag for a while.

He put it in with tweezers and asked, "How many people have touched this bullet, we need to take fingerprints." ”

Next to him, Grover covered his mouth with his hand and coughed lightly, tilted his head to the young policeman's ear, and reminded in a low voice: "Charles, we're not solving robbery and homicide cases, it's just a routine inquiry, understand?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, his white face was a little red, and he said to Han Qianshan: "I'm sorry, I don't have much experience with this, it's just that when I was in the academy, the instructor said this, please continue." ”

"It's okay, is there anything else you need to ask?"

Grover took a sip of his coffee, with an expression of enjoyment on his face, put the cup under his nose again, sniffed the aroma and said, "They could be a group of poachers, and a lot of this happens every year." ”

"You know, we're a little bit tight right now, and we can't have too many rangers. ”

After taking a closer look at Han Qianshan's expression, he then asked, "Do you remember what they looked like?" ”

The boy was sitting in the hallway eavesdropping, when he turned back and said, "Two of our employees on the ranch may want to know more, I think you can ask them." ”

"He's my son. ”

Seeing him talking, Han Qianshan explained to the two policemen with a smile.

Charles nodded, looked at what the boy had written down in the notebook, and asked distractedly, "Where are they now, could you please take me to find them?" We'll tell the rangers at Flathead Park the details, and they'll keep an eye on them, so I'm sorry for you. ”

"It's okay, it's not far from the cowshed, I'll take you there. ”

Han's father said to the police, and looked back at his son: "Do you want to be together?"

In front of the hut where the cowboys were resting, Anderson was speechless in the face of police questioning.

Martinez next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and he stopped talking behind him, and finally pulled Anderson over.

He ran up to them and quickly spat out a large number of words: "The man with the blond hair is called"

After more than ten minutes, Charles shook his hand holding the pen and asked curiously, "Mr. Martinez, did you know them before?"

"I don't know. ”

"And how do you know so much?"

"I learned this when I listened to them next to Anderson. ”

When the old policeman saw that Charles was going to ask something, he covered his head and hurriedly stopped: "Okay, okay, it's detailed enough, let's go back first." ”

"Mr. Han, I will inform you if there is news, thank you for your cooperation,"

After speaking, he took Charles's hand and walked in the direction of the park.

Martinez didn't seem to have said anything before he could say anything, smacking his lips and waving at the young cop, while Anderson froze as he spoke, still unrelievable.

……

More than ten days have passed, and it is a sunny morning.

The lavender has fully bloomed, and the purple is a little harsh.

In front of you is a flat grassland, and beyond are small rolling hills, all of which are turquoise.

After a period of cultivation, the grass on Augsge's side grew very vigorously.

The new recruits still live in the same place, and the Snow Mountain Ranch is now so big that it takes two camps to manage.

Some time ago, Albert was entrusted to buy calves, 1,300 Angus cattle and more than 2,700 Limousin cattle are now all living here, adding a lot of vitality to the snow-capped mountain pasture.

The 220 Tajima cows purchased from Takeda Masao have not yet been delivered.

I heard him say that he seemed to be in some trouble, but the contract said that if he didn't deliver it for two months, he would have to pay a large amount of liquidated damages, and the Japanese couldn't help but deal with it.

Albert was also paid $400,000, and to the English merchant's pain and joy, another 12,000 calves were needed for the snowy mountain pastures.

At that time, due to the lack of money, Han Qianshan only considered buying 4,000 heads, and now that the loan from JP Morgan Bank has been in place, the grass cannot be left empty.

Grandpa Han Xuan called a few days ago and said that the supply of high-end vegetables was not enough, and he wanted the ranch to provide some as well. So Jensen had just designed the cowsheds, and now he was busy planning the 3,000-acre vegetable garden on the ranch.

The entire ranch was in full swing, only the rancher Han Qianshan had a headache, and the $26 million he got from the loan at that time was now almost spent.

As he grew older, he became more and more lively and round, and at this time he was being held in the boy's arms and riding around on McDull.

Yes, the miniature donkey finally succumbed to the obscenity of its owner, but fortunately it grew strong and sturdy, and to tell the truth it was actually fat, and it was not a problem to take a child.

Old Barton rode past it on a quart horse, Han Xuan looked up at the old cowboy, his face was full of grievances, and grabbed McDull's ears to make it turn around, avoiding this unhappy man and horse.

Fat Ding also came to be interested, probably riding on his little friend with a sense of accomplishment, the big tail swept around, and the pink little mouth kept making a light meow.

Seeing his father coming, Han Xuan patted McDull's head, told it to stop, jumped off the donkey's back and cast a questioning look.

"Let's go, son, go out with me, your mother is not at home, I don't worry about leaving you alone. Han Qianshan picked up the boy and said softly.

"Where are you going, Dad. ”

"Didn't there be a few poachers some time ago, and a ranger noticed something and asked me to go over and take a look. ”

"What's the matter?"

“… You guess. ”

Flathead National Forest, which covers 24,000 acres, is just a few kilometers from the snow-capped mountain pastures.

In fact, part of the park is now in the pasture, which is legally considered to be Han Xuan's family, but they have no right to break them.

Across the vast forest park is Flathead County, Montana's second-largest county.

The legend of the water monster in the large lake next to it has not stopped since the end of the 19th century, and the clear water of the lake and the legend of the lake attract a large number of tourists every year.

There was a road to the south of the Snowy Mountain Ranch, and the father and son got into a Humvee, picked up two young cowboys, and set off across the lavender trail.

After driving west for more than twenty minutes, the boy suddenly saw a bridge on which a herd of elk was passing, and pointed there with his mouth open in surprise.

Anderson in the back saw him gesturing and explained: "This is specially built for them, and it's called the Wildlife Crossing, otherwise there are too many cars and they will be hit and killed." ”

The boy silently looked at the bridge in front of him, not knowing what to say, and suddenly felt a little moved.

When they arrived at the rest stop, Charles and the Grover police were already waiting there.

Surrounded by vast forests and mountains, a path curts north from the rest stop.

Vehicles can't get into this kind of path, so they have to walk forward. Han Xuan was still too young, and was held by his father and Martinez in turn, and walked to the depths.

The population has become more and more scarce, and the clouds cast on the valleys and forests, surrounded by snow-capped mountains, the scenery is very beautiful.

On the edge of the small lake, an adult male elk raised his head and looked at the group.

Probably accustomed to seeing human beings, it did not leave, but stared at Han Xuan for a long time before turning around and leaving.

It's a haven for wildlife, including moose and grizzly bears, in addition to elk. Deep in the jungle, ferocious animals such as gray wolves and jaguars also live.

Detective Grover was familiar with the place, he knew all kinds of trails, and after walking for more than an hour, everyone was a little tired.

Han Xuan was full of energy, he came down and trotted by himself, and when he didn't pay attention, he suddenly hit something on his head.

The thing was also hit by him, and it was flapping its wings on the ground, and its yellow-blue feathers were very beautiful.

The boy hurriedly helped it up, and the big parrot was not afraid of people, and when he saw the boy walking away, he followed, and his huge body stayed on the ground, twisting and twisting with his footsteps, and his big eyes were very clever.

"Boy, it's BBQ, a yellow and blue macaw that has been released. Grover said to Han Xuan with a smile.

"I saw it for the first time here four years ago and there were a dozen of its companions nearby. Although macaws are from the tropics, they are now living well and their numbers are expanding, but unfortunately some of their wild species have become extinct. ”

Grover leaned down and touched the yellow and blue macaw's head.

The big bird called BBQ was very obedient, pecked his hand affectionately, and continued to follow the boy until Xiao Han Xuan picked it up.

BBQ screamed twice with joy, flapped its wings and flew over his head, standing there refusing to come down.

"It loves you, Han. The old detective was a little surprised, patted it on the head and continued on its way.

Han Xuan couldn't cry or laugh, so he could only keep his head still, and just followed behind his father and them.

The sun is hanging overhead, and the blue sky is printed with white clouds and snow-capped mountains.

The shadows of the boy and the bird merged, as if someone was wearing a hat.

“BBQ！”

Everyone turned around in surprise, but Han Xuan couldn't reply, he could only roll his eyes up, and his appearance was funny no matter how he looked at it. The parrot tilted its head, thought about it, and looked back.