Malik didn't know what to say, he knew better than anyone else whether what the man in front of him was telling was the truth.

But the villagers didn't necessarily know it, and they chanted Malik's name:

"Malik, well done! With you, we don't have to be afraid of those gangsters anymore! ”

"Malik, I really can't see that you are actually a hidden sharpshooter!"

"Malik, it's a real honor to be friends with you!"

……

Their praise of Malik did not delay them in looting the things of the gangsters who had been killed.

Some snatched guns, some walked away, some had extra bullet belts in their hands, and some wore cowboy hats.

These poor Mexicans had their pants stripped of their corpses.

With smiles on their faces, the villagers flocked to Malik's side and took turns to give him a big hug. The farmer, who had been stopped by the mounted police before, quietly walked up to him and asked mysteriously:

"Big brother, every time you went out of the mountain before, did you just go to chivalry with those cowboys?"

Malik suddenly panicked, he hurriedly waved his hand, and said that every time he went out of the mountain, he just went to Pitkin's bazaar to sell some sheep and exchange some necessities, how could it become one of the proofs that he was a hidden gang member.

"yes, what's the matter, he used to be my brother, are you going to go find those mounted police again? They left a small half of the corpses in the mountains, do you want to go and see them? ”

Chen Jianqiu didn't know when he came over, and looked at the farmer with a smile.

The farmer's three souls and six spirits were half frightened in an instant, and he turned his head to run.

But his shoulders were clasped by Chen Jianqiu, and he couldn't step out half a step, only struggling in place.

"Don't worry, he's done washing his hands now, he won't do anything with someone like you." Chen Jianqiu said lightly, as soon as his hand was loosened, the farmer fell out and fell and ate.

Malik was beating his chest, and he couldn't wash himself up by jumping into the Mississippi River now.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and only his family and Chen Jianqiu were left in the courtyard of Malik's house.

"Don't invite me in to sit?" Chen Jianqiu squinted at Malik.

Malik's wife was clever and knew what was going on since her husband confessed to him that he didn't kill the Scarfaces.

She hurriedly opened the door of the house and invited Chen Jianqiu and them in.

Malik sat down at the table with mixed feelings, now fearful and respectful of the man sitting across from him.

"I have another business looking for you." Chen Jianqiu got straight to the point, and Malik's heart sank.

Every time this man has something to do with him, or every time he has something to do with this person, he has to die.

"Don't worry, there's no danger." As if to see Malik's concern, Chen Jianqiu said, but his words have no credibility in Malik's case.

"You can take the guns and supplies dropped by the bandits, I can't take them with me anyway, but you have to find a way to help me get out of the horses of the mounted police team in the back mountain."

This decision was made when Chen Jianqiu ate bear paws.

As Bird and Holmes went to gather spices, they found seven or eight horses tied to trees at the edge of the forest, and they looked at each horse with a standard saddle on its back.

These horses were the ones they had killed, or the bears had killed.

The owner died, and Fultz fled in a hurry, so they were left behind.

After Chen Jianqiu learned the news, his first thought was to get these horses back to Zhang Danian. The horses of the Mounted Police are all carefully selected quart, and their endurance and speed are second to none, and Lao Zhang's current is either a mule or a donkey, which is really a mess.

But the problem is that he doesn't know where Zhang Danian is now, and he doesn't have a reliable person to send these horses to Lao Zhang.

He was not worried about the safety of Zhang Danian and those Chinese in Chinatown, the Denver authorities had temporarily settled all the accounts on his head, and Zhang Danian and they could temporarily find a place to buy a piece of land and stay first.

With those Browning's weapons, there is nothing the ordinary bandits can do with them, and it would be more reassuring if they could add these horses of their own.

Alas, it's a pity.

For now, only one horse can be left to replace Holmes's mount, and the rest will be disposed of.

Malik thought for a moment, "The nearest market was probably at the beginning of September, and now it's the end of August, so there's still a week. ”

"It's okay, we can afford to wait a week." Chen Jianqiu crossed Erlang's legs and sat on the chair. He also happened to stock up on some supplies to protect him from the cold, such as clothes or something, "What, you're not welcome?" ”

Malik hurriedly shook his head, and said in his heart, ancestors, you had better not leave, if the mounted police come back to settle accounts with themselves, their own bones are not enough for them to dismantle.

He is now "officially certified" by a group that has offered a bounty of thousands of dollars.

God, what's going on?

……

A week later, a team appeared at the entrance of Oak Village, with members of all colors in the procession, Chen Jianqiu riding a black radish in the front, cowboy hat hanging on a horse, admiring the beautiful scenery of Rocky Mountain.

Corn hovered above the sky not far from the group, vigilantly observing its surroundings.

Sean and Holmes are arguing, discussing the customs of America.

The Negro tried to bring the knowledgeable geologist to the same level of quality and knowledge as himself, and beat him with his rich experience, but Holmes, who was not old and decrepit, showed excellent mouth cannon skills, and said his own, and the two talked to each other in chess and played against each other.

Malik was behind them, but his mind was on the flock behind him.

The sheep and horses were in the middle of the team, and the horses had some semi-finished crops and boots on their backs, which turned out to be those mounted policemen, Chen Jianqiu thought about it for a while and brought them.

The others can be buried with the deceased, and these boots are still quite valuable.

Birds ride around the flock, occasionally driving the stragglers back to the flock.

And as the most professional cowboy in the group, the drunkard who fell at the end of the line did not do the same thing as Asuka, he was holding an unknown bottle of mixed liquor in his hand and pouring it into his mouth.

Adam had finished drinking the bottle, which Malik had brought for him after searching the village.

It wasn't long before he fell into that half-drunk and half-conscious state again.

……

The bazaar is in a clearing outside a small town not far from Pitkin.

This is the first time Chen Jianqiu has seen a market in a small town in the western United States, and it is very lively.

Tents and caravans set up in the open space automatically divide the market into sections, selling everything from daily oats, wheat, fruit, and salt, to daily necessities such as pipes and frying pans, to a wide variety of clothes and hats.

It's not just about eating and serving, it's also about playing.

There are magic tricks, prizes for target shooting, and a gypsy woman wearing bright clothes to divinate passers-by.

Chen Jianqiu watched it with relish, and when he approached the market, he found that there was no one here to maintain order, and no one in the market was interested in them.

They drove their horses and sheep to the place where the cattle were traded.

A blue-bearded man in a cowboy hat saw Malik and shouted heartily:

"Malik! Long time no see. ”