Hardy Woods is a rancher.

His ranch is more than eighty kilometers from Albuquerque.

Influenced by his father, Woods was also a true Democrat.

They have one thing in common: they are as stubborn as a donkey.

As soon as it was dawn today, he got out of bed.

The rancher arranges his clothes repeatedly in front of the mirror.

This dress is pressed at the bottom of the box all year round, and he only takes it out and wears it on important days.

For example, today.

He's going to Albuquerque to cast his vote for Gardner, the Democratic gubernatorial candidate he supports.

"The carriage is ready, Mr. Woods." His hired man-coachman walked in and said to him.

Woods looked in the mirror again before turning away.

He turned around and picked up the ballot from the table, put on his hat, and walked out the door.

"Mr. Woods, you say it's our turn to be governor this time, right?"

The coachman and the rancher chatted.

The ranch in Woods is relatively remote, with few pedestrians on the road leading from the ranch to Albuquerque, with only the occasional high wind blowing up the gravel on both sides of the road.

"That's for sure, Mr. Gardner seems to be much more reliable than the bastard mayor."

The rancher is full of confidence.

He poked his head out of the carriage window:

"Hey, Slade, how far is it from Albuquerque?"

"It's not far, walk for another half an hour, and you should be able to enter the city." The coachman's voice came from the front, "But I advise you to take your head back, for the wind and sand are too strong along the way." ”

Woods nodded.

He was just about to get the part above his neck back into the carriage, when he saw several horses and some people dressed as cowboys appear in front of the road.

There was a horse-drawn carriage parked in the middle of the road.

"Mr. Woods, what shall we do now?" The coachman also saw the group, turned his head, and asked.

It's not a good thing that such a person appears in this place, and it's a murderous person.

Woods looked back and forth, a little worried.

He doesn't seem to have a good idea.

This direction to Albuquerque is just this way, and you can't go around it.

"Where's your gun? Slade? Woods asked.

The driver touched under his driver's seat

He was a little nervous.

"Here, sir, but there are a lot of them."

While the two were still discussing countermeasures, the group of cowboys had already spotted him.

"Eh~eh! Carriage ahead, stop! A chieftain-like man shouted at him, "Hand over your guns!" ”

He held a revolver in his hand, while the other cowboys, some with repeating rifles, others with double-barreled shotguns.

"Let's go check it out first." Woods was a little helpless.

If you resist, I'm afraid you will be beaten into a sieve now.

The coachman drove slowly in front of the cowboys.

The cowboys gathered around.

"Come down, come down for me." The leader opened the door of the carriage and beckoned to Woods in the carriage.

The rancher felt strange.

It's not like a robber.

If it was a robber, either drag him out of the car or just use a gun to make a bloody hole in his head.

"Sir, if you want money, I can give you all the money I have right now, but please let me live." The rancher said to the cowboy leader.

However, the cowboy leader did not answer him.

The thing just glanced Woods up and down: "Vote to go?" ”

Woods was stunned for a moment, but then nodded.

"Democrats?" The leader asked tentatively.

Woods nodded again.

"Hand the ballot!" The cowboy leader looked at the rancher with ill will.

"Well, I'm sorry, I don't have a ballot, I'm going to buy a newspaper when I get to Albuquerque and cut it out of it."

Woods hurriedly began to shake his head.

He didn't even realize that his hands were still in mid-air.

"Search!"

The cowboy leader suddenly changed color and gave the order.

A few minions gathered around, grabbed Woods and began to raise their hands up and down.

They quickly found the ballot in the pocket of the rancher's clothes.

The leader took the Democratic-printed ballot and tore it to shreds in front of Woods.

"I warn you, if our people find out that you dare to vote for the Democrats, then no matter which way you go home, we will kill you!"

The leader smirked and threatened, and turned to leave.

"Don't you think about it!"

The rancher who was pressed roared.

His donkey temper came up.

"You bastards' best days are over! Wait to be reckoned! ”

The cowboy leader, who was about to leave, heard Woods say this, and immediately turned around.

He raised the revolver in his hand:

"Then I can't keep you, anyway, not one or two people die on this road every month."

Woods closed his eyes.

It's okay to let him die, but let him submit, no!

A gunshot rang out.

The rancher found that he didn't feel it, and the hand that had just held him loosened.

He opened his eyes and found the cowboy leader slumped to the ground, bleeding from his head.

And the two men who pressed him ran towards the corpse of their leader.

Then, two more gunshots rang out.

The two men also fell to the ground.

Woods looked up and saw that there was a group of people speeding towards him in the dusty distance not far away.

The man at the head had two glittering revolvers in his hands.

While galloping, shoot in this direction.

Without saying a word, the rancher stooped toward his carriage, and one of them slipped into it.

He lowered his head and curled up next to his seat to prevent himself from being accidentally injured by the incoming bullets.

Soon, the gunfire outside subsided.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near until it faded around the carriage.

Woods didn't even dare to come out with an atmosphere.

But soon, the door of the carriage was opened again.

A yellow-skinned face appeared in front of the rancher.

"It's safe, sir."

Chen Jianqiu smiled as he stretched out a hand to the rancher.

"We are detectives from the Border Detective Agency."

Only then did Woods straighten up, take Chen Jianqiu's hand and get out of the car.

There were several corpses lying around the carriage, all of them were the cowboys who had just blocked the road, and none of them had survived.

"The remnants of the Knights of Albuquerque." Chen Jianqiu ripped off the coat of one of them, revealing the badge inside, "Received orders from Scott and the Republican Party to threaten Democratic voters here." ”

Chen Jianqiu originally thought that this branch of the Ku Klux Klan had been disbanded after Bourne's death.

Unexpectedly, he was still raised by Scott, and appeared at this juncture.

If White hadn't told him this.

Chen Jianqiu really didn't expect that the old man would jump over the wall in a hurry and start stopping people halfway.

These people are all bandits who kill people without blinking, and they say that they are threats, and in the end they will definitely kill people.

"We were on our way into Albuquerque in several directions and found these people." Chen Jianqiu kicked the corpse on the ground, "It seems that the old dog is in a hurry." ”

Woods is glad he got his life back.

"Are you still going to vote?" Chen Jianqiu looked at the rancher.

Woods nodded firmly.

"Okay."

Chen Jianqiu walked to the side of the black radish, took out a Democratic vote from his saddle bag, and handed it to the rancher.

"You go first, cast your vote." Chen Jianqiu said.

Looking at the ballots, it dawned on Woods!

It turns out that he is also a supporter of the Democratic Party!

Now, in his eyes, Chen Jianqiu and the detectives behind him are the white knights who came to protect him.

"What about you?" He looked at the Chinese, "The ballot was given to me, what are you going to do?" ”

Chen Jianqiu's hand reached into the saddle bag again.

He pulled out a handful.

That saddlebag is full of Democratic votes!

"I'm going to dispose of the rest of the mess and hand out ballots to everyone." He got back on his horse.

The same thing happened in Santa Fe, in Taos, near the places of these polling stations in Lincolnshire.

New Mexico's border detective agencies are all in force to wipe out the ghosts and snakes associated with Scott.

The final vote came out two weeks later.

Unexpected, but also reasonable.

Gardner, the amateur candidate of the Democratic Party, successfully defeated Davis, the Republican candidate, to become the new governor of New Mexico.

Scott and the Santa Fe clique, whose decade-long rule over New Mexico politics, came to an end.

"Scott! I feel like we can try a little bit harder. ”

In Scott's office, the fat congressman repeatedly:

"We can claim that they are cheating, we can find a way to override them, we"

The fat man walked up and down in front of Scott as if he were stunned.

"It's not over!" He yelled at the silent Scott, "We're going to fight back!" Counterattack! ”

In fact, for Chen Jianqiu, things are indeed not over.

(End of chapter)