A small town in southwest Wyoming.

A puff of dust rose from the road, and a horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the police station.

Out of the carriage stepped a man with a high beard, his hands handcuffed to another prisoner with a bruised nose and swollen face.

The man stepped up the wooden steps of the police station, and with a slam of his arm forward, the prisoner behind him was stretched to the ground, almost falling to the ground, and punching the man with his backhand.

"It's home, mongrel." The man undid the handcuffs and kicked him through the door of the police station.

"Hanif, long time no see." The sheriff sitting at the table greeted the man, "Take it to the back cell." ”

The man was none other than the bounty hunter they met on the road - Hanif.

Hanif grabbed the prisoner's back collar and threw him into the cell like a chick.

He turned and walked over to the sheriff, who had already pulled the bounty out of the drawer and slapped it on the table.

Hanif took the money from the table, took out a delicate steel flask from his bosom, opened the lid and took a sip, he walked over to the chair opposite the sheriff and sat down.

"I'm really tired, John, I'm from Stone Springs, and the bounty was originally issued there, but Sheriff Morris doesn't know where to go, and the sheriff's office is closed, and there is no one," he said to the sheriff in front of him while drinking, "so I'm here to try my luck." ”

The sheriff shrugged: "Yes, we have basically the same bounty release as these nearby towns, but only in Southern Wyoming, by the way, something happened to Morris." ”

Hanif didn't care too much about what happened to Morris, for him, as long as someone paid a bounty, in the 19th century West, sheriffs have always been a high-risk profession, and it was too normal for one or two sheriffs to die. ”

"John, have you had any big fish lately?" Hanif asked the sheriff.

"Don't say it, there really is." The sheriff pointed to the notice board outside the window, where there were already a number of people, "I just posted it, do you want to take a look?" ”

Hanif got up and walked out and walked to the notice board.

There were many people watching, including his partner and coachman, and everyone was also talking:

"Such a high bounty? How come these three have never heard of it! ”

"I heard that the first time it appeared was in Shiquan Town, where the mine manager and many people who maintained law and order were killed, everyone was ruthless, and at least a dozen lives were stained on their hands."

"You don't know, they later killed a U.S. Army lieutenant, and Sergeant Morris died at their hands."

"Huh? Officers, they dare to do it, huh? ”

"No, listening to the soldiers present, the Chinese is like Satan possessed, he rode a black horse, broke into the barracks alone, the gun missed, and the force was infinite; The Indian was even more cruel, and when the lieutenant was found, his head and torso were separated, and his scalp was gone; As for the black man......"

"Come on, don't talk about it, I've got goosebumps all over my body, God, don't let me run into them."

……

The crowd was still chattering, which piqued Hanif's curiosity to see what kind of person was worth so much money.

But when he separated the crowd and squeezed in to see the bounty order, the expression on his face froze.

The three people on the bounty order were the same three he had met in the Green River Valley.

The bounty for each of them has risen to three hundred dollars.

"Donnie! Downey! Hanif yelled the name of his coachman and partner.

Downey emerged from the crowd, his expression a little embarrassed: "Head, we're missing out on four hundred and fifty dollars." ”

The muscles in Hanif's cheeks twitched, and it was simply a shame for his hunter career. He jumped straight into the carriage.

"Damn the Chinese, call the Bain brothers, let's 'hunt'."

……

"Ahh Chen Jianqiu, who was riding on a horse, sneezed, "Who is thinking about me?" ”

After the three of them packed up their things, they continued to set off, Chen Jianqiu told the two of them the secret of the treasure, Sean was very excited, and Asuka said that no matter what Chen Jianqiu did, he would support and follow him unconditionally.

After this battle, there is no guarantee that the bounty on each of their heads will definitely increase, but due to the poor efficiency of the Federation, their bounty order should not be posted outside of Wyoming for the time being, so they still have to continue to go south.

After the three of them deliberated, they decided to find a place to rest first, they only had one set of clothes, and they were already in tatters; Chen Jianqiu's shotgun and dagger were thrown out as disposable weapons during the battle; Asuka had a rifle, but he had never seen it used, and it seemed that he trusted his bow and arrows more; As for Sean, well, he should also be given a long weapon.

In addition, one of the problems they need to solve is the bag of gold nuggets and two gold bars in their hands, and from that point of view alone, they are now considered rich, although gold is hard currency on this earth, you can't buy a loaf of bread and throw a gold bar in someone's face.

"Why don't we go to the Salt Lake City Bank?" Sean asked.

"Do you think the three of us don't have enough skin tones?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at him, "Let's continue walking in the direction of Colorado." We're going to Denver to find the archaeologist Lockhart that Robert mentioned earlier, and see if he knows the secrets of the treasure map. “

He took a deep breath and said, "Everyone should be careful, I always feel that someone is following us, but I have never been able to determine their number or understand their intentions. ”

The three of them shuttled through the Jutain Mountains, the more they walked forward, the more unfamiliar they became, and even entered the geographical blind spot of the birds, fortunately, Sean got a map of the Utah-Colorado area from Edward's camp, the map description is not very detailed, but combined with the ability to judge the direction in the Bird Mountain, the three finally confirmed that they left the boundary of Utah after a few days of travel.

By the time they descended the mountain road from a halfway up the mountainside, it was already overcast, and Chen Jianqiu was about to discuss with the other two people about finding a place to camp.

Suddenly, Asuka pointed to a place not far away and said, "Look, there's a small town over there." ”

Chen Jianqiu took a closer look, at the foot of the mountain, there was indeed a small town, only a glimmer of light, I don't know if it was the light on the town.

Showers began to fall in the sky, and it became darker, and it was almost night.

Chen Jianqiu took advantage of the last ray of light to open the map, but he couldn't find this town on the map.

"Boss, let's go down first, it's estimated that we won't be able to find the way any later, and the map will be wet."

Maybe it's because the map wasn't very accurate in the first place.

Chen Jianqiu nodded, and the three of them headed in the direction of the town.

After arriving at the outskirts of the town, Chen Jianqiu found that the town was even smaller than he imagined, and could only be called a small village.

A dilapidated dirt road runs through the town, and the sides of the road are overgrown with weeds, giving it an inexplicable sense of desolation.

Rows of dilapidated houses are scattered on both sides of the road, all of which are very perfunctory, some with missing corners and some with sealed windows.

Strangely, none of these houses were lit, either pitch black, or simply apparently deserted.

"Gravel?" Sean looked at a street sign standing at the entrance to the town, with the name of the town slanted on it.

Chen Jianqiu took out the map again, the light was already very weak, he glanced at it again, but still didn't find this town.

The rain in the sky was getting heavier and the wind was getting stronger, and the three of them hurried to the largest house at the end of the road, where the lights were on.

At the top of the house hung a sign that read:

Ben Franklin's Inn.