At dawn the next day, Zhang Heng got out of bed, washed up, and went downstairs.
While Zhang Heng and Wendy were having breakfast, the sheriff arrived. He rode a white horse, and with his outfit and badge on his chest, he looked indescribably handsome. Even the female owner of the hostel couldn't help but take a few more glances at him.
"Would you like a cup of coffee, sheriff?" Wendy asked.
"That would be great, my dear lady." The sheriff smiled and got off the horse. "I will send you out of the valley. It is the easiest place to be ambushed. You will be much safer when you reach the plains. You can walk on your own."
"You are so sweet."
"If something happens to Matthew's daughter on my turf, wouldn't I be the sheriff for nothing?" The sheriff nodded at Zhang Heng, handed the reins to the hotel's handyman, and walked to the table. "It's a pity that you have to leave so soon. When you find your father, maybe we can go hunting together on the way back."
"I like hunting. When I was a child, I went to the forest with my father and watched him hunt hares. But he never let me touch a gun," Wendy said.
"He's right, but I think we can ask him to make an exception. There are a lot of prey around here." The sheriff winked at the girl.
"Are there wolves and bears?" Wendy asked excitedly.
"Haha, that's rare. Most of these beasts have been killed by the Indians who lived nearby."
"It's a pity. I haven't seen a bear yet."
"What's so interesting about that kind of thing?" The sheriff took the cup of coffee that belonged to him and thanked the female boss who personally brought it over.
"I don't know. I just want to see it."
"There will be a chance. There will always be a chance."
…
The three chatted while eating breakfast, and the atmosphere was very good. The sheriff was obviously the kind of person who knew how to create an atmosphere. According to him, he had a lot of romantic debts when he was young. He knew what girls at Wendy's age liked to hear, and he often made witty remarks about it.
It even made Wendy feel that it would be better if the sheriff accompanied her on the road. However, this thought only flashed in her heart. As she said before, her father had been missing for a while, and she couldn't wait that long.
With that in mind, Wendy said to the sheriff, "Sheriff, I think we should hit the road."
The sheriff slapped his head. "Oh, sorry. I'm getting on in years. I can't stop nagging. I hope you won't get bored."
"How could that be? You're the most humorous person I've ever met. It's always been a pleasure talking to you, but we do have important matters to attend to."
"Of course, I'm ready. We can go now," the sheriff said.
"That couldn't be better."
"I'll wait for you outside." After that, the sheriff smiled at Wendy and walked out of the door.
The rancher's daughter had also finished her breakfast. Just as she was about to get up, something touched her thigh.
Wendy lowered her head, and when she saw what Zhang Heng handed her from under the table, she was stunned.
"Keep it. I hope we won't have to use it later."
Wendy had a lot of questions to ask, but when she took the thing, Zhang Heng had already stood up from his seat and asked the sheriff, "Is it a Kentucky horse?"
"No, Snowflake is an Arabian horse," the sheriff said. "It's very fast, and few horses can catch up with it on the plains."
"It seems that I have to continue learning," Zhang Heng said. Zhang Heng said. His body happened to block Wendy who was behind the table, and the girl quickly hid the thing under her clothes.
After that, the three of them got on their respective horses and walked out of Glen Town. Along the way, the sheriff was still talking and laughing, but Wendy seemed a little absent-minded, thinking about the thing on her body.
On the contrary, Zhang Heng took over the conversation and chatted with the sheriff, asking him about the local customs. The sheriff even invited Zhang Heng to try his chewing tobacco.
Following the sheriff's instructions, Zhang Heng placed the tobacco between his mouth and teeth. After a few seconds, a spicy taste filled his mouth and went straight to his throat. Although it was covered by a mixture of spices, it was still unbearable.
It was said that chewing tobacco became popular in the United States during the pioneering period. It was because it was difficult for cowboys to light up a cigarette while riding on a horse (the wind was strong and bumpy). So when they wanted to smoke, they put the tobacco in their mouths. As long as they spat out the saliva in their mouths from time to time, they could smoke while working. It was convenient and convenient.
However, the tobacco juice was more irritating to the oral mucosa than cigarettes. Coupled with the fact that there weren't many places to spit in modern society, chewing tobacco gradually withdrew from the market.
Zhang Heng tasted it and spat out the tobacco.
"It's a pity," the sheriff said. "You have fluent English, and I heard that you are good at shooting. If you want to survive in the West, you have to act more like a westerner."
"I do have a lot to learn." Zhang Heng did not refute the sheriff's words.
"Don't worry. Take your time. "The sheriff patted Zhang Heng on the shoulder to show encouragement.
The three of them walked to the entrance of the valley. Although it was called a valley, it was actually tens of thousands of years ago. Now, there was no water here, but the rock walls on both sides were still there. It was indeed an easy place to set up an ambush.
"Let's go." The sheriff took the lead and walked at the front, followed by Wendy. Zhang Heng was at the back of the group.
Not long after the three of them walked, the sheriff said to Wendy, "I have to apologize to you."
"Apologize for what?"
"I lied to you before. I can't let you follow a hired stranger to find your father alone." The sheriff pulled the reins, stopped the horse, and turned around. "It's too dangerous."
"You stopped me from finding my father. Is it for my safety, or are you trying to cover up the truth behind my father's disappearance?" Wendy retorted.
"Things … are always complicated," the sheriff sighed. The sheriff sighed, "Maybe I will explain it to you in the future. But for now, you should say goodbye to Mr. Zhang and go home. I can promise you that I will help you find your father later. Although it is sad to wait, sometimes it is the most effective way to solve things."
"Really? How are you going to send me home? With all due respect, even if you were twenty years younger, you would still be no match for Mr. Zhang Heng," Wendy said.
"Maybe." The sheriff did not argue. "Fortunately, I have help."
After he finished speaking, two men with rifles emerged from behind the rock walls on both sides.
"It's my honor to introduce the deputy sheriff of Glen Town, Joseph, and his brother, Jonathan."
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