The Chinese of this era generally wore braids at the back of their heads, and their bodies were thin and weak, incomparable to the later generations. Coupled with the fact that the Indians themselves were considered Asians, it was not too surprising that the bailiff mistook Zhang Heng for someone else at night.
However, when he dismounted and walked closer, it was easy to tell the difference between the two.
This also made the bailiff feel relieved. Considering all the unhappiness between the colonists and the Native Americans, he did not want to run into the muzzle of a Native American's gun in this desolate Gobi Desert.
To put the other party at ease, the bailiff then removed the other holster from his waist and hung it on the horse's back.
Since the other party showed him courtesy, Zhang Heng returned the favor and put away the revolver in his hand.
"Well, I didn't expect to meet a Chinese in this desolate place." The bailiff stretched out a hand. "My name is Morton."
Zhang Heng shook hands with the bailiff. "Zhang Heng, everything is possible, Mr. Marshal."
"Where are you going, Mr. Zhang Heng?" the bailiff asked casually.
"Lincoln County." Zhang Heng did not hide his destination.
"Good place. I just went there a month ago. Although there is no suitable land to grow tobacco or anything, there are many pastures for grazing. The dark beer in the town's bar tastes good too. You won't want to miss it." Morton looked at the corn paste in the pot after he finished speaking.
"Go ahead," Zhang Heng said. Anyway, he had decided to take a detour and go to another town to replenish his supplies. Half a bowl of corn porridge did not matter to him.
"Thank you. I won't stand on ceremony then." Morton took out an iron box from the bag hanging beside the saddle. Zhang Heng guessed that it was his lunch box. He scooped two spoonfuls of corn paste into it, not minding that it was hot. He finished it in a few gulps and licked his lips.
Probably feeling that he should do something in return for eating Zhang Heng's food, the bailiff spoke again.
"With all due respect, Mr. Zhang Heng, it is not a wise move for you to cross this Gobi to Lincoln County alone."
"Why do you say that?"
I'm investigating a group of people. I've been chasing them for more than 20 days. They're pretending to be fur traders, but they're probably doing some shady business in private. Not long ago, there was a robbery at a bank in Bright Silver Town. A group of masked men killed the bank manager and a poor woman who went to the bank to deposit money. They robbed 40 kilograms of gold. When they were retreating, the local sheriff and his men caught up with them. After a fierce battle, the sheriff was shot and killed. Some of the masked men were also injured, but it should be minor injuries. "
The bailiff paused. "Before the incident, someone saw the group of fur traders appear near the town. They are very suspicious. Speaking of which, where did you come from? Did you see anyone suspicious along the way?"
Zhang Heng did not expect the people he killed in the bar to have such a story behind them. The law enforcer's description coincided with the group of people he met in the bar. At that time, Zhang Heng guessed that those people's identities might not be very clean. After all, no matter what, he had never heard of a fur trader setting up a foothold in an uninhabited town. And those guys did not look like they were easy to deal with.
However, he was busy with the main mission, and he did not want to be nosy. After getting the information he wanted, he killed the last person.
Zhang Heng did not expect that his good habit would let him miss 40 kilograms of gold. After searching the tavern, he did not find any gold. Considering that Ricky thought that Zhang Heng had accepted his offer of reconciliation at the last moment before he died, he did not even have time to reveal the whereabouts of the gold in exchange for his life.
"No, I didn't see anyone matching your description along the way, Mr. Bailiff," Zhang Heng said calmly. "But I will keep an eye on it. If I see anyone, I will inform you immediately."
Zhang Heng would never admit that he had seen the group of people. Putting aside the fact that they were suspects and not convicted, Zhang Heng had already killed them. The most important thing was the whereabouts of 40 kilograms of gold. Even if he told the truth that he did not see the gold, no one would believe him.
What's more, he was just a China man. Zhang Heng wisely pulled himself out of this matter.
He even considered killing the bailiff in front of him. After all, the place where the two met wasn't far from the uninhabited town. Although Zhang Heng had walked for two days, the bailiff should be able to reach the place in a day with his equestrian skills. Besides, there were not many people in the Gobi Desert. The bailiff might still suspect Zhang Heng.
But in the end, he gave up on the idea. The bailiff might be tracking Ricky and the others alone, but once he found them, he could not kill them alone. He should have companions and helpers with him. Zhang Heng did not know how far away his companions and helpers were, and if he would bump into them, he could not kill everyone he met. Morton stared at the eyes of the Chinese man in front of him.
No, it should be said that the man in front of him was quite different from all the other Chinese he had met before. Walking alone in the Gobi Desert, he did not show any signs of fear after coming to a strange place. He even dared to draw his gun at a law enforcement officer. At the same time, he seemed to understand the legal environment in the West. He spoke fluent English as if he had spent a long time in Europe. He even had a London accent. He just sat there, and most of the time, he seemed very quiet. But no one dared to ignore him because of his silence.
The mysterious Oriental man. Morton thought to himself and smiled. "Whether this matter comes to fruition or not, I will go to Lincoln County again in a while. If you have any news, you can tell the sheriff there directly and ask him to bring me a message. Remember, those people are very dangerous. If you really meet them, you'd better take a detour."
"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Law Enforcer. I wish you success in your mission." Zhang Heng nodded and thanked him.
It was rare to meet someone of the same kind in the vast Gobi Desert, so the two rested together for the night. During that time, Zhang Heng also asked the bailiff for some tips on horseback riding. Morton was very surprised because he saw Zhang Heng's beautiful marksmanship, which even surpassed most cowboys. However, he did not expect Zhang Heng to be like a newbie when it came to horseback riding. It seemed like this was his first time learning some basic things.
Such a guy dared to ride to Lincoln County, which was four hundred miles away. Morton really did not know whether to praise him for his courage or for being suicidal.
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