Chen Jianqiu glanced at the young man in front of him, and he couldn't connect him with the round-faced American president later.

He also grew up in an elite white family environment.

No matter where little Astor goes, he will dress himself up beautifully, and his gestures are full of a noble son's temperament.

And the young man in front of him.

Wears an off-white coat and a wide-brimmed cowboy hat.

The edges of the coat and trousers were covered with mud, and the face was covered with dust.

His current appearance is no different from that of an ordinary western cowboy.

Chen Jianqiu took out Aster's letter from his arms and handed it to Roosevelt.

Roosevelt glanced at Chen Jianqiu and took the open letter.

He lifted his glasses and began to read the letter.

"Well, you're Mr. Chen?"

After reading the letter, Roosevelt raised his head and glanced Chen Jianqiu up and down.

"Well, I'm Chen Jianqiu."

A smile appeared on Roosevelt's face.

He stretched out a hand towards Chen Jianqiu.

"Astor mentioned you to me, and he told me a lot about you."

"He said that you are different from other Chinese people he has ever met, brave, wise and powerful."

Chen Jianqiu didn't shake that hand, he calmly said to the person in front of him:

"Sir, I'm no different from other Chinese."

Roosevelt awkwardly withdrew his hand:

"Sorry, I didn't mean anything else."

He pointed to the horses behind him and said to Chen Jianqiu:

"Let's go back to Shepherd Dog Town, talk as we go."

At the same time, he turned his head and shouted to a police officer with a gun on his back.

"Pinker! You go get these corpses on the horse, and we're ready to go back. ”

The officer named Pinker nodded at Roosevelt with a nonchalant expression.

"Is that what he usually does?" Sean asked, turning to Pinker.

"Well, it's always been like this, but his marksmanship is pretty good." Roosevelt walked over to his horse.

After a while, Chen Jianqiu and the three of them embarked on the return journey with the police officers of Shepherd Dog Town.

Roosevelt and Chen Jianqiu rode at the front of the group.

"Well, New Mexico, according to the letter, you crossed the whole of America to Dacoma?" Roosevelt asked.

"Yes." Chen Jianqiu replied briefly.

"Actually, I just mentioned it to Astor in the letter, but I didn't expect him to really entrust you to come over, it's really hard."

Roosevelt lifted his glasses.

"You can send some detectives over, there's no need to run there yourself."

"I'll be relieved to come myself."

Chen Jianqiu held the reins in his hand.

The black radish walked slowly forward, the horse's back undulating with its master.

"By the way, what are you looking for me? Astor didn't elaborate in the letter, he just said that you are a little troublesome. Chen Jianqiu plucked his ear with his little finger and asked.

Roosevelt sat up straight on his horse, turned his head sideways and said to Chen Jianqiu:

"Yes, since last year, some pastures around the town have been attacked one after another, and the methods are very cruel, never leaving a living."

"I've been clearing out gangs in the neighborhood who may be committing crimes, but I've caught some and killed some, and the attacks keep happening."

He gestured to the bodies that were being carried right behind Pinker.

"I've been keeping an eye on these people, and according to my investigation, they've been roaming around the badlands, robbing ranches for a living."

"It's very likely that they did it." Roosevelt smiled and said, "Unexpectedly, the matter was solved by you." ”

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the corpse on the horse and did not speak.

Along the way, Chen Jianqiu and Roosevelt chatted with each other.

Roosevelt was erudite and intelligent.

He, like some of the other white elites Chen Jianqiu had seen, was very cultured in his conversation.

These people have similar attitudes towards themselves.

They see themselves as an outlier elite among the Chinese and give them a certain level of respect.

This is a kind of respect for the strong, which Chen Jianqiu earned by relying on his own ability and deeds.

But at the same time, they maintain a subtle sense of distance.

This is what they were destined for by the white supremacy they received from childhood.

Of course, there is only one exception.

That's little Aster.

Chen Jianqiu still hasn't figured out the brain circuits of this thing.

The group soon arrived at the town of Shepherds.

The town doesn't look much different from other western towns.

A muddy and dirty main road runs through the town.

The main buildings of the town are located on both sides of the road.

Chen Jianqiu noticed that there were still some railings that had been broken by bullets on the buildings at the entrance of the town that had not had time to be repaired.

Roosevelt noticed Chen Jianqiu's gaze.

He shrugged his shoulders:

"Well, as you can see, everything sucks."

"Gangsters, hooligans, uh, and."

He turned his head, glanced at the flying bird behind Chen Jianqiu, and lowered his voice:

"And the Indians, and the southeast side of this place is their reservation."

"That's because they've been cornered and have no choice."

Chen Jianqiu glanced at the grassland crisscrossed by hills and ravines in the distance.

"It's not suitable for farming, and the bison that the Sioux people rely on for their survival have also been slaughtered."

"I have my own opinion on this."

"I don't think it's wise to be armed with the Indians. This makes no sense except to create more hatred. ”

Roosevelt drove his horse toward the town.

"In the same way, I oppose the slaughter of bison, which is a kind of ecological destruction."

"But the progress of civilization is inevitable, and the Indians have to accept their destiny and integrate into American society, which is the future of their race."

He whispered to Chen Jianqiu, his words full of Darwinism and its rudiments of "Americanism."

Chen Jianqiu had no intention of arguing with him.

There are some things that cannot be resolved by arguments alone.

Roosevelt led the crowd down the town's road.

The townspeople were busy with their own business, and some would stop to say hello to Roosevelt.

But when they saw the bird riding behind him, there was a hint of disgust on their faces.

As the team passed by the gate of the police station, Roosevelt turned his head and commanded Pink and a few others behind him:

"You guys go back first, I'll take Mr. Chen and them to my ranch for a walk."

Pink still had a slumped face, looking like the whole world owed him money.

Chen Jianqiu found that no matter what happened, he was like this.

Keep moving forward, and you will be at the entrance of the town.

"What's that?" Chen Jianqiu asked, pointing to a camp outside the town.

The camp was built on a clearing, and on the outside, there were several tents.

And next to these tents, there are two caravans full of loads.

There were a number of people busy in the camp, unloading the caravan and setting up what appeared to be a stage for performances.

"Oh, that's Buffalo Bill's circus, and they come every once in a while." Roosevelt said, "I just arrived this morning, and I think I'll be here for a week." ”

Chen Jianqiu did not speak.

His gaze swept over the camp.

Those who are setting up the stage seem to be both staff members and actors.

Because their dress and appearance are so distinctive.

It's not too much to describe it as bizarre.

A bald head was unloading a plank from a caravan.

He hardly needed anyone's help, a board several people long on his shoulders, bare-shouldered, muscular, fierce eyes, and swearing in his mouth.

An old man with only one arm left was brushing something on a wooden backdrop with a brush.

There is also a baby-faced female short with a double ponytail.

A little taller than a dwarf and a little shorter than a normal person.

At first, Chen Jianqiu thought she was a little girl.

Until she saw her take a cigarette out of her pocket and put it in her mouth, revealing the revolver at her waist.

When Chen Jianqiu and the others passed by, these people also raised their heads and saluted, their eyes were not friendly.

Chen Jianqiu and the three of them rode after Roosevelt for about ten minutes, and soon saw a ranch.

This ranch is much bigger than Chen Jianqiu imagined.

The wooden fence frames a large circle in the grass, and there is almost no end in sight in the distance.

A large number of cows, sheep and horses swayed in herds inside the fence.

"It's a big family." Chen Jianqiu said to Roosevelt with a smile.

"It's okay, I'm here to relax." Roosevelt's answer was more Versailles.

"Daddy! Father! ”

While they were still chatting, a little girl in a pink dress came out of the ranch.

Roosevelt's eyes behind the glass lenses were full of love, and his face was full of smiles, as if all troubles were gone.

He picked up the little girl and introduced them to Chen Jianqiu:

"This is my daughter, Alice Roosevelt."