Although they had only worked together for less than half a day, the two began to have doubts about each other. Wendy suspected that she had bought a fake product, and Zhang Heng began to think about how effective a girl's promise was, and whether he could get the final reward as he wished.
Wendy, however, had no other choice. Since she had chosen Zhang Heng, she could only close her eyes and walk to the end. Since Zhang Heng could learn new knowledge and skills, he had no problem with that for the time being.
In order not to sleep in the wild, the two sped up in the afternoon. In fact, Zhang Heng could have sped up a little. After all, he came to Lincoln County alone. It was just that Radish running would make it more difficult to control, and at the same time, it would increase the risk of encountering an accident.
But compared to sleeping on the grass, these were nothing.
In the end, the two arrived at Glen Town at about seven o 'clock in the evening.
"Here." Wendy pointed to a bar in the middle of the town. "My father always mentions this place to me, saying that their apple pie is delicious. Every time he passes by here, he would ask for one. Sometimes, he would even bring one for us and my mother."
Zhang Heng nodded, "As we agreed before, you go inside and ask your father when he last appeared, and if he passed by here on his way back. I will go to the hotel in town and book two rooms."
It was not that Zhang Heng did not want to ask his father himself, but considering what happened to him after he entered the bar last time, he decided to keep a low profile and let Wendy handle the communication. Although the latter was only twelve years old, from the short time they spent together, the rancher's daughter was very organized, revealing a maturity far beyond her years.
This had a lot to do with the environment.
Every time her father went out to sell cattle, he had to leave for a long time. During this time, she needed to take care of the remaining horses and cattle on the ranch, as well as take care of her mother. Coupled with the hostility of the townspeople, she was able to take charge at a young age.
"Okay." Wendy nodded. "Don't worry, leave it to me."
"See you at the hotel," Zhang Heng said.
In fact, the hotel and bar in Glen Town were very close. After the two separated, Zhang Heng paid the accommodation fee and asked someone to take care of Lightning and Radish. After that, he went to his house, took out his revolver, and took the opportunity to do some simple maintenance.
However, after a quarter of an hour, he did not see Wendy go upstairs. Zhang Heng waited for another five minutes, got up, and went downstairs.
…
Wendy carefully avoided the horse dung and what looked like vomit as she pushed open the tavern door.
A woman in a flowery dress near the door saw her and said, "This is not a place for children."
"I'm not a child, ma 'am," Wendy said.
"I'm not a madam either." The woman smiled.
"Oh, you're that … what?" Wendy suddenly understood. "Sorry, I didn't mean to discriminate against you."
"It doesn't matter. You look terrible. Are your parents mistreating you? Fortunately, you have a good foundation. Maybe when you grow up and want to escape the boring life of a wife, you can come here to find me. "
"Thank you, but I don't think that's possible." Wendy paused and said, "Actually, I'm here to inquire about something."
"Many people come to the bar to inquire about something. At this time, they usually buy me a glass of wine first. But since we are both women, I'll skip your glass of wine." The woman in the flowery dress nodded at Wendy. "What do you want to ask?"
"I want to ask about a man named Matthew Robbins. He is a rancher. He should have passed by here fourteen days ago. He was wearing a gray shirt and old boots. He is about thirty-five years old, has a determined gaze, and there is a scar on his left abdomen. He might have passed by here in the last few days. I don't know if you remember anything."
"I can only say that this guy named Matthew is definitely not among the men I've slept with," the woman in the flowery dress said. "Sorry, I don't stay in the bar every minute. If I have work to do, I go to the second floor. Fourteen days ago … let me think, my business seemed to be good that day. Maybe he came in when I was working."
The woman in the flowery dress pouted at the bar. "Maybe you can ask the bartender over there. He stays here all the time."
"Thank you, Dave … Oh, sorry."
Wendy squeezed a smile on her face, but before she could move, she felt someone pat her on the back.
"What's wrong? Is this the newcomer you told me about two days ago? She's younger than I thought. Is she really sixteen years old?"
It was a frivolous man who reeked of tobacco.
"Ah, there must be some misunderstanding. Bacchus, this lady is not Maggie I told you about before." The woman in the flowery dress saw Wendy's expression change suddenly, and she realized that something bad was about to happen. She quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.
Bacchus shrugged when he heard that. "It doesn't matter. She can do it too. Although a little ugly, she's young …"
Before he finished speaking, he saw the person he had appointed to serve suddenly take out a knife from his pocket and stab him. Fortunately, Bacchus reacted quickly and blocked the knife with his hand at the critical moment to avoid being cut open. However, the knife stabbed into his hand, and it was very deep, almost piercing through his palm.
Bacchus cursed in pain.
The woman in the flowery dress covered her mouth when she saw this. She quickly walked up and said, "Oh, Mr. Bacchus, are you okay? I said it was a misunderstanding."
However, she was pushed away violently by Bacchus. Her waist hit a table next to her, and she even knocked the glasses of the other two drinkers.
"Royce, what's wrong with your people!?" Bacchus roared angrily. He pulled out the knife in his hand, and fresh blood immediately gushed out from the wound and dripped onto the floor. Drip, drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Mr. Bacchus, you need to find a doctor in town to treat your injury." Royce couldn't care less about the pain in her waist and quickly persuaded him. Although it was the first time she met Wendy, she had a good impression of this girl. However, she didn't expect the latter to react so strongly.
In her opinion, this was just a small misunderstanding, and everything would be fine as long as she explained it clearly. Now, the situation had escalated infinitely with the knife. She even saw a hint of murderous intent in Bacchus's eyes. It was meaningless to think about how things turned out this way. The most important thing now was to ensure Wendy's safety. She did not want Bacchus, who was angry, to do anything stupid.
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