1840Indian rebirth

"Yes, it's just for the time being." Ma Shao smiled, "Sooner or later, this place will become a city, just like Santa Fe, or even New York or London."

"Hahaha!" William Browning laughed without concealment. He had already seen that this strange Indian chief who knew English and did not care about this kind of ridicule at all.

"you do not believe?"

"No, I just think it's impossible."

Ma Shao didn't take it seriously: "Whatever you say. In a few years, this will be the first aboriginal city in North America."

"Come in, I believe you know what's appropriate." He patted Browning on the shoulder.

Of course Browning knew that his whole family was in the hands of the whistle. If he really dared to cause trouble, the whole family would go to heaven together.

Therefore, they could only move into the cowhide tent in front of them, which they deeply disliked. At the same time, the horse whistle specially arranged several Apache warriors to stand guard for them, both for surveillance and protection.

Almost as soon as Browning put down his luggage, the horse whistle came in with a leather bag: "This is your first business, Mr. Gunsmith."

Browning opened the bag: "These are... damaged Colt revolvers?"

The horse whistle nodded: "It seems you have done some research on this kind of gun."

"Of course. Although there are still very few people paying attention to this kind of gun, as an excellent gunsmith, I have been paying attention to it for a long time, especially after what happened in Texas." Browning looked at it.

Looking at these revolvers, "The marks on this...has anyone repaired it?"

"That's me." Ma Shao said, "But obviously, I can't solve this problem. In fact, I can't solve most of it, and this is an easily damaged pistol."

Browning looked strange: "I didn't expect you to understand this."

Ma Shao: "It's just some superficial knowledge. I'm just talking about making guns on paper. You should be able to repair them, right?"

"Can."

"Then I'll trouble you."

After settling the Browning family, the horse whistle brought the twenty or so white children to the Minister of Women, Red Girl.

"Red Girl, I'll leave these children to you." He led a group of crying little kids to find Red Girl.

The youngest of these children is only five years old, and the oldest is only nine years old. Naturally, it is more professional for women to take care of them.

Looking at these white children, the red girl was very surprised: "Who are they?"

"The hostages." Ma Shao explained succinctly, "So we must take good care of them and don't let them starve and freeze, just like we treat the orphans of the clan."

The Women's Department is responsible for managing women and children. Naturally, they are also responsible for taking care of orphans. They are basically experienced mothers or grandmothers.

"...In addition, we must avoid conflicts between them and the children of the tribe." The horse whistle warned again.

While the red girl agreed, she and other women tried to comfort the crying child, but they couldn't understand the language, so they were naturally in a hurry.

"Teach them to speak more Apache."

The red girl held the youngest child in her arms: "Why don't you let Milly help? She is an older child and understands the white people's language. She should be liked by these children."

Ma Shao thought for a moment: "That's right, I'll go find her."

He turned to find Milly.

Milly was watching a card duel. Although she barely understood Apache, the warm atmosphere between the players and onlookers still infected her.

"Milly." The horse whistle saw her, approached and called out.

"You're back." Milly pointed to the cards on the duel board, turned around and asked, "Is this a game like poker?"

"Almost." Ma Shao smiled.

Milly said a little frustrated: "It looks so fun, if only I could play it."

Ma Shao: "Although you can't play duel cards yet, I brought you some...well, little friend, come with me to have a look."

"Little friend?" Milly was a little confused.

Soon she saw a group of children from Clark Town, which surprised her: "Why are there suddenly so many white people?"

"Well, this..." Ma Shao found it a little difficult to explain, and finally told the truth, "These are the hostages we captured."

"Hostage?" Milly opened her eyes wide.

Ma Shao scratched his head for a while: "We had a battle with a small town in the southeast, and they lost, so we have these hostages to... maintain peace."

Milly was silent for a moment, and then said angrily: "You said you were a good person!"

"It was that small town that attacked us first." Ma Shao quickly added important information, "Did you see the newly moved tribesmen over there? They suffered heavy losses because they were attacked by the small town."

Milly hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Even so, why do you want to arrest them? They are younger than me. Are they fighting with you?"

"Of course not." Ma Shao said, "In fact, this is a way to stop the war. Bring these children to the clan, and their parents will not continue to fight with me... I have a simpler way, which is

I can kill them and their parents directly, but I won't do it."

Milly moved her lips: "Why did they attack you?"

"For profit, such as land and bounty." Ma Shao pointed to his head, "The U.S. government is offering a bounty for our scalps. The scalps of adults can be exchanged for one hundred dollars, and the scalps of minors can be exchanged for fifty dollars.

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Milly was silent for a while: "...you brought them to the clan, how do you plan to treat them in the future?"

"Just like Apache children, their parents can still visit from time to time." Ma Shao said, "But they obviously need an older friend, otherwise they may cry non-stop, and you are the only candidate.

So are you willing to accompany them?"

"Okay." Milly still had some doubts in her heart, but she still nodded in agreement. She really needed these friends, otherwise she would have to read the newspaper alone when the whistle was not around.

In the following days, Ma Shao had been paying close attention to the impact of the new whites and Comanches on the clan.

But because he was quite well prepared, there were no conflicts and people slowly adapted to each other.

Mashao's worries about the clan relaxed slightly, but his worries about Clark Town quickly increased.

After all, Clark Town was dozens of kilometers away, so he couldn't learn or intervene in time if something happened. He didn't know what was going on now.

So after a few days, the horse whistle returned to Clark Town again.

Fortunately, Clark Town is still relatively peaceful, at least on the surface, the twenty Apache soldiers stationed here are standing guard and patrolling as usual.

After confirming that no violent conflict occurred, the whistleblower found Mary Freeman.

"How about it, how many canvases have you collected?"

Mary took him to the room where the canvases were stored: "I bought almost all the old canvases in the whole town. Let's take a look. What do you think?"