Chen Jianqiu took the clothes from Sean's hand and walked to the brother who opened the plate.

"My money." Chen Jianqiu smiled and stretched out his hand.

The brother honestly handed the handful of banknotes he was holding in his hand to Chen Jianqiu's hand.

Chen Jianqiu clicked, took a part, and returned the rest to the brother.

"That's a lot."

He said.

Under the gaze of a group of people, Chen Jianqiu walked to Roosevelt's side.

The sheriff had put his glasses back on, but his face was still a little pale.

"How's it going, are you alright?" Chen Jianqiu asked with concern.

Roosevelt took a breath.

"It's much better, it's no big deal, I was too careless just now, I should be able to prevent his punch."

He said with some regret.

"It's okay, let's go back."

Chen Jianqiu helped him up from the ground and put on his coat at the same time.

"You're really strong." Roosevelt said to Chen Jianqiu while arranging his coat. "Teach me when you have time?"

"Hmm."

"Let's keep playing, let's withdraw first!" Chen Jianqiu turned his head and arched his hand at the onlookers.

Three people walked out of the crowd.

"Why don't you three stay with me for the night, and don't stay in a hotel, my place is big."

Roosevelt and Chen Jianqiu walked side by side and said to him.

Chen Jianqiu could feel that the distance between him and himself was obviously much closer.

"Okay."

The three of them mounted their horses and set out on the road back to the pasture.

Chen Jianqiu found that the birds had been following them mechanically since they entered the town, silent and preoccupied.

After arriving at the ranch, he deliberately slowed down his pace and came to Asuka's side.

Chen Jianqiu put his arm around the shoulders of the Indian youth:

"Asuka, what's wrong?"

The bird raised his head and looked at Chen Jianqiu.

In the moonlight, his expression was a little dazed.

"It's nothing, boss, I'm fine."

"Just tell me something, don't hide it in your heart."

Chen Jianqiu patted him on the shoulder and walked towards the big house.

It was spring and there was no fire in the fireplace.

A few kerosene lamps and candlesticks illuminated the living room.

The babysitter had already coaxed Alice to sleep.

Roosevelt asked a servant to prepare the room for the three of them, while he accompanied them in the living room to chat.

After the room was cleaned up, the black man and the bird went to rest first.

There were only two people left in the living room, Chen Jianqiu and Roosevelt.

They talked until late, and the content was unusually broad.

If it was just a general talk before, then tonight's chat allowed Chen Jianqiu to see Roosevelt's erudition.

He was not only a politician, but also a very good historian, a writer of equal writings.

But many of his ideas still do not break through the limitations of time and race.

And many of Chen Jianqiu's views were very imaginative and epic in the eyes of Roosevelt Sr.

This made him even more interested in the Chinese in front of him.

"Aren't you going back to the east?"

Chen Jianqiu sat on the couch, flipping through a draft of a new book handed to him by Roosevelt by the light of the candlestick.

"It's good to be a vigilante here, and I'll take Alice back to New York every winter."

Roosevelt looked out the window, a wry smile on his lips.

"But it seems that a lot of people here want me to go back sooner."

"Oh? I think you're pretty prestigious among the townspeople. ”

Chen Jianqiu's hand turned the page for a moment, and he raised his head and glanced at Roosevelt.

"I tried to fit myself in with them, but they didn't seem to agree with that; The nanny also advised me to go back early, saying that it was better for Alice to stay in the big city. ”

Chen Jianqiu nodded and began to re-read Roosevelt's manuscript.

Early the next morning.

Roosevelt changed his clothes and pushed open the door to the house.

The morning sun shines over the entire pasture, covering everything here with a layer of gold.

The ranch workers and cowboys are already busy.

They drove the cattle and sheep out of the pen and went in the direction of the pasture.

In the glow, Chen Jianqiu was standing on the grass outside the fence, gesturing to the air, as if he was boxing or dancing.

His movements are extremely powerful, with the sound of hunting wind, and every move is clean and neat.

Roosevelt watched from the sidelines.

Chen Jianqiu finished a set of fights, and put his feet together and finished working.

He spotted Roosevelt standing in the middle of the room, and walked over with a smile.

"My master passed me a set of boxing techniques, but I don't know what the name is."

"Fist technique? Is it from China? ”

"Well, Guangdong, China."

"That should be amazing, right? Can you teach me? Roosevelt looked excited.

"It's okay to kill, the skills are average, and the body is good."

Chen Jianqiu walked in front of Roosevelt.

"If you're interested, I can teach you now."

Just as Roosevelt was asking Chen Jianqiu for Chinese martial arts like a curious baby.

A horse appeared on the horizon in the distance, galloping in the direction of the pasture.

Both Roosevelt and Chen Jianqiu stopped their movements and looked at the horse.

Roosevelt frowned.

Early in the morning, if it wasn't for some urgency, I wouldn't have driven the horse like this.

The horse soon approached, and the man on the horse rolled over and dismounted, panting.

It's Pinker.

"Sir, something happened, another ranch has been attacked."

Roosevelt and Chen Jianqiu glanced at each other with a grim face.

It seems that the matter is not over.

"Where? When? ”

"It's Parsons Ranch, on the edge of the Indian reservation, and it could have been last night or early this morning!"

Hiss~

Chen Jianqiu realized that the problem seemed to be a bit troublesome.

He suddenly thought of the worst-case scenario.

After much deliberation, he took Asuka with him and went to the scene of the crime with Roosevelt.

Several people quickly rushed to the ranch on the edge of the reservation.

"A family of five, none of them survived, and they were all burned to charcoal."

Roosevelt walked out of the dilapidated house, which still had its residual warmth.

He stood at the doorway with his waist crossed, looking out over the ranch.

In addition to the wooden house behind him, the barn and warehouse were also set on fire.

The fence was empty, and the sheep and horses were gone.

"Who found out?" He asked Pink on the side.

"A passing cowboy found it, and he's going to go to Dogtown today to buy something."

Pinker replied with a calm face.

"He saw it on fire."

"Hmm."

Roosevelt looked at Chen Jianqiu beside him and wanted to ask him what he thought.

Chen Jianqiu squatted down and began to observe the traces on the ground.

The marks on the ground were very messy, there were horseshoe prints and footprints, but it was obvious that someone had deliberately disturbed them, one on top of the other, and nothing could be seen.

"What else does that cowboy say?" Roosevelt turned his head and asked Pinker.

Pinker glanced at the bird behind Chen Jianqiu, and stopped talking.

"Just say it, don't have too many scruples."

Roosevelt motioned to his subordinate and said directly.

"Well, cowboy said, he was in the distance, and it seemed that he had seen an Indian near the ranch, so."

Before he could finish his words, a police officer who was not far away from the scene ran over with an ornament-like object in his hand.

It is a bone ornament, strung with a piece of hemp rope.

"Sir, come and see this."

The officer handed the object into Roosevelt's hand.

The other people also gathered around, only Chen Jianqiu patted Asuka on the shoulder and stepped aside.

"Is it Sioux stuff?"

Chen Jianqiu took out a cigarette, lit it in his mouth, and asked.

Asuka's face was very unsightly.

Obviously, the answer is yes.

Chen Jianqiu naturally would not persuade the bird to be a traitor.

Although the Indians are scattered, this Sioux tribe is certainly not the one before the birds, and it is still hostile.

However, from the perspective of the nation as a whole, the position should still be very clear.

Chen Jianqiu took a puff of cigarette and dusted off the ashes with one finger:

"Take it easy, don't keep crying and losing your face, could it be that there are still your acquaintances in that tribe?"

Asuka took a deep breath and nodded.

"Judging from the style of the ornaments, the leader of that tribe should be my father's friend, sitting on the bull."