Chen Jianqiu is a time-traveler.

When he woke up, he was lying on an old San Francisco (now San Francisco) train to Salt Lake City, where he had been thrown into a coal wagon and over the mountains to Stone Springs.

The Chinese workers built the Pacific Railroad with their flesh and blood, and the coal was qualified to sit on it, and they themselves were thrown together with the coal.

In the month that he has traveled over, Chen Jianqiu can only think of things that are close for the time being, and he doesn't know why he came to the United States and where his ability to come from is unknown.

He got a job as a miner at a coal mine in Shiquan Township, where the owner, a nice-looking old man, offered him $20 a month for 12 hours a day.

That's $10 for two weeks' wages!

Chen Jianqiu threw the flour to the Chinese uncle who had just walked out of the tavern and was about to go home: "Uncle, trouble again." He rushed in the direction of the black man.

When the black man saw him chasing after him, he did not pretend to be drunk, but spread his legs and ran wildly.

After running around a corner, Chen Jianqiu realized that he seemed to have made a mistake. Letting a black man run into the night is like putting a chameleon into the forest, even if it is squatting in a corner, it is not easy to be detected.

The smog has not dissipated, there are no street lights on the streets of the town, and the blacks have fled into the shadows.

"Hell!" Chen Jianqiu was a little annoyed. He looked down and saw a hitching stake on the side of the road, and after thinking about it, he kicked the tethered stake.

"Dong" was muffled, and the stake obviously didn't buy his account, Chen Jianqiu picked up his feet and scolded while jumping: "Damn,!" ”

The moonlight shone onto the street, and the light emitted from the windows of the houses along the street dispersed into the haze, forming a hazy light and shadow.

On a street corner, a crescent-shaped white arc of light suddenly appeared.

The black man laughed.

"Stop!"

Chen Jianqiu roared angrily, and rushed over with an arrow step, and there was no trace of injury on his feet.

The black man realized that he had fallen into a trap, quickly shut his mouth, turned around and ran. However, this time the chaser locked on his trail and began to chase after him.

Seeing that the two men were getting closer and closer, the black man ran around a corner, climbed over the fence, and jumped into the backyard of a large house.

Chen Jianqiu followed closely and followed. He recognized the big house, and the owner was the kind-looking coal mine owner. The whole yard, except where they came in, was a low fence, with walls on both sides. The black man panicked and broke into a dead place.

Now that the black man had been cornered by the window of the house, he turned and shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey, brother, what are you chasing me for?" Blacks said.

"Then what are you running away from when I chase you?" Chen Jianqiu's smile appeared on his face again. His right hand began to press the knuckles of his left hand, and the knuckles "clicked".

Seeing this, the black man changed his face again, and put on a boxing huddle while retreating, and "swished" and made two punches: "Brother, I advise you not to mess with me, I have practiced boxing." I ......"

Before he could finish his words, he had already received a solid punch in the face. The black man staggered back a few steps and sat on the ground.

Chen Jianqiu stepped forward with a wrong step and grabbed him by the collar: "Money? ”

The black man shook his head, completely deflated, took out the banknote from his arms, and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu just put the money in his arms.

There was a loud bang.

The back door of the house was slammed open, and a man fell out of it and fell to the ground. Another figure with a bow and arrow on his back and an axe followed him out of the door.

"Your accomplices?" Chen Jianqiu pressed the black man under him with his backhand and asked in a low voice.

The black man hurriedly shook his head, indicating that he knew nothing.

"Colonel Robert! Do you still know this axe? The black shadow raised the axe in his hand and said to the old man lying on the ground, "Do you think that by hiding in this town, you can escape the punishment of the blood and fire of the gods?" ”

With the help of the lights in the house, Chen Jianqiu could see the face of the old man on the ground, who was the boss of the coal mine.

He sat up unhurriedly, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his face completely lost the kindness of the past, and replaced it with a sneering expression: "I killed too many Indian mongrels, let me think, which one are you?" Yes? Crazy Horse's wild seed? ”

The dark shadow with the axe stepped into the light, a young Indian, and his trembling hand raised the axe high.

"You can also choose to put down the axe and run for your life." The coal mine boss smiled gloomily, teasing the fragile nerves of the young Indian, "The sheriff will come soon, and then you will die a miserable death like your stupid father." ”

A "snap" shot rang out.

A bullet hole appeared in the coal mine boss's head, and blood began to gush outward from the bullet hole, and the old man fell backwards with his eyes wide open and a look of disbelief.

Another figure walked out the back door of the room, holding a six-round revolver with smoke from the muzzle.

Chen Jianqiu knew this person, who was the sheriff in the town - Sheriff Morris. He was still carrying a box in his hand, and he didn't know what it contained.

Before the Indian could react, he suddenly hit his head and fell straight forward like a stake.

The sergeant skillfully pulled out a rope from his waist, tied the Indian in a strong knot, then checked the revolver in his hand, withdrew all the bullets in the roller magazine, and shoved the gun into the Indian's hand.

He then pulled out the gun from his waist.

Only then did Chen Jianqiu hear the sound of "crackling" burning from the house, and after a while, the flames and smoke had climbed out of the window on the second floor.

"Suffered!" Chen Jianqiu and the black man seemed to understand what was happening at the same time, and they were ready to find an opportunity to slip away.

But a familiar voice rang out.

"Two people inside, raise your hands and come out."

Johnny, who was still in the tavern just now, had already blocked the backyard door with four men with rifles at this time, and the muzzles of the three black holes were facing the corner where Chen Jianqiu and the black man were.

The two of them couldn't, raised their hands, and slowly walked out of the corner.

"Boss, what do you say?" Johnny looked at Morris.

"The Indian entered the old mine chief's house, stole his gun, and killed the poor old man with it, and set fire to his house." Morris walked down the steps with the suitcase, "I'm late. ”

Johnny was stunned for a moment, but quickly sprang into action and had one of his men carry the Indians out.

"What about these two?" Johnny pouted in the direction of Chen Jianqiu and the black man.

"Take them all away, accomplices of the wind." Morris said it very plainly.

The black man's eyes widened, and Chen Jianqiu was also a little incredulous.

A black man and a Chinese, in the backyard of an old white miner, let off steaming for an Indian? What about the crooks?

But Chen Jianqiu did not resist, his waist was pressed against a rifle, and his hands were firmly tied.

Johnny pushed him from behind and said in a sad voice, "Boy, do you know how our people treat criminals?" I'll treat you well. ”

He put his hand into Chen Jianqiu's clothes, took out the ten-dollar bill, patted him on the face with the banknote, and smiled unscrupulously.

Two of his men woke up the nearby residents to put out the fire, and the rest locked Chen Jianqiu and them into the carriage. Head to the police station on the other side of town.