America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 330: Not enough success, more than enough failure

"Yes." White looked down at the cow and made a strange request, "I need the breed produced in Missouri."

The cowboy smiled honestly and said, "Sir, the cattle there are generally not sold here unless it finds a home here."

"Do you have a cigarette?" He glanced around, and then his eyes caught White's body.

White took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pinched off the front section, put it in his mouth, lit it and took a puff, then handed the cigarette to the cowboy.

The cowboy took the cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Donovan, who was hiding in the crowd from a distance and staring at this side, opened his eyes wide:

"This man is an informant." He lowered his head and said to Tom, who was looking around.

"How did you tell?"

Tom looked at the cowboy and White and asked in confusion.

"This action of pinching a cigarette is a secret code for us to communicate with informants or undercovers. Only insiders know this. Oh, by the way, you have never been an undercover agent."

He was familiar with this woman. He had seen a picture of this woman in the information provided to them by Chicago.

The cowboy did not leave in a hurry, but continued to sell the cattle to other cattle traders.

"You mean we kidnap her mother?" Tom asked.

Donovan followed quietly.

"By the way, don't forget to ask someone to bring my horse over and tie it to the door!" he ordered.

"No, the situation in Dodge City is a bit complicated now. Carson and the others seem to be targeting me, so their actions are on hold." White said, "You continue to stay at the ranch and find out the specific whereabouts of Jesse James."

He returned to his horse, dismounted, and whipped back to Dodge City.

There are three lines in total. One line says that Donovan's judgment is correct, one line scolds White for lacking the spirit of cooperation, and the remaining line scolds him for being unreasonable and lacking in courage.

"That's Jesse James's mother! Do you know? After catching his mother and then threatening him with his mother, do you think he will hide again?" Donovan licked his lips.

He told the others in the room what he had discovered today.

Donovan returned to the hotel where he was staying and called all the other detectives except White into his room.

"You go back first to avoid suspicion from that pockmarked man." Donovan, who was watching from a distance, said to Tom, who was already a little impatient. "I'll follow him."

The person being followed was driving a herd of cattle, and the speed was not very fast, and the traces were easy to find.

"He's back, but he doesn't stay in the ranch all the time. The only ones who are always there are his mother and sister." The cowboy looked in the opposite direction to him, put his hands in his pockets, and kicked the straw on the ground with his feet.

"Is Jesse James back?" he asked in a low voice.

What happened in the past two days flashed through his mind.

"He's finished! Do you understand? He lost all his men in the last bank robbery." Donovan smiled, "Even if we can find some temporarily, how many can we have?"

White did not answer this question, but whispered in a tone he had never heard before:

"Be careful and take care."

White directly rolled up the telegraph newspaper into a paper ball and threw it into the trash can.

Two hours later, he discovered that a pasture appeared in front of him.

He wanted to inform Donovan and Tom that they needed to stay in Dodge City for a few more days.

According to his judgment, the situation here will soon become very bad, and even as proud as he is, he will have to seek support.

Seeing that Tom didn't move, Donovan thought for a moment and understood what the guy in front of him was thinking.

He quickly came to the first floor, found the owner of the hotel, and asked eagerly: "Boss, have you seen the people who stayed with me?"

White's face turned pale.

The cowboy took a drag on his cigarette and dropped the rest on the ground.

After saying that, he rubbed the soil with straw under his feet, straightened his clothes, and left the cattle pen.

"What if Jesse James leads someone to take revenge on us?" a detective asked.

He drove the remaining cattle and left the livestock exchange.

"Hey, I'm not that pockmarked person. I won't eat alone." He said helplessly to Tom, "Can we cooperate?"

He didn't see anything wrong with kidnapping a thief's mother.

"When are you leaving?" asked another detective.

When White saw the cowboy holding a cigarette, he walked to the cowboy's side, held his hand on the bullpen, and looked outside the bullpen.

He stamped out the cigarette butts with his feet to prevent igniting the straw on the ground.

After selling most of the cattle he brought to a cattle dealer, Jeffries finally started to pack up and prepare to close the stall.

When Donovan's eyes rested on an old woman who was milking cows, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

White knew that, possibly, the worst was about to happen.

"Your taste is really unique." The cowboy curled his lips.

So, the detective tied up the horse, took out a pair of binoculars from the horse, found a rock as a cover, and began to observe the pasture in front of him.

White felt more and more that something was wrong.

"But you didn't see Jesse James in person." Tom raised his own doubts. He didn't understand how exciting it was.

Tom was reluctant and left in three steps.

Donovan suddenly remembered this.

This pasture suddenly appeared before his eyes, and the surrounding wilderness was completely empty.

There were not many people in the pasture, but they were all busy. Some of them were driving new fence posts, and some were cleaning the cattle and sheep pens.

She is Jesse James' mother.

The boss looked at White in surprise: "Ah? Didn't they tell you? These people went out early in the morning and seemed to be heading outside the city."

The recklessness of these people will cause trouble!

This will kill people!

He prevented almost everyone from following him, but he did not pay attention to those colleagues who he regarded as idiots.

"Tomorrow, we'll leave tomorrow." Donovan rubbed his hands, impatiently.

Donovan quickly dismounted.

"Is there anything wrong?" Donovan had the same feeling as White for the first time. He really felt that Tom was stupid and stupid.

A cow stood in front of them. From outside the cowshed, it seemed that the two of them were talking to themselves rather than communicating.

"Don't go to the tavern recently, and I won't take the initiative to contact you. If anything happens, just go to Pink Lady to find little Lilith and ask me. She will find a way to contact me."

He quickly ran out of the hotel door, rode to the train station, and sent a telegram to Harry Rivers at the New Mexico headquarters.

"Then how can we contact you later?"

The next morning, White walked out of his room.

Donovan grabbed Tom by the shoulders and began to shake his head:

The pock-marked man said that he had been following this thief for many years, and indeed he had connections.

He hopes that the headquarters can quickly support this place.

Of course, due to the word limit of the telegram and the special status of Jeffries and others, he was unable to explain this matter clearly.

Seeing this, Donovan no longer needed to read any more.

Tom looked at Donovan strangely.

"Are you planning to close the net?" The cowboy lowered his head and continued to ask.

Harry's call back was quick.

He knew that if he walked a little further, he would probably be discovered.

"Brothers, we have found Jesse James's lair." He said excitedly.

However, he knocked on almost everyone's room door, but found that no one opened the door.

He kept a certain distance from Jeffries to ensure that the cowboy could not see him, but he could follow the traces he left.

He arranged his guns, mounted his horse, and prepared to set off.

Things have reached this point, and I can only bet that my judgment has been wrong.

However, he didn't know that just as he was about to set off, there was another person looking at him from behind the window on the second floor.

Chen Jianqiu closed the curtains, turned his head, and said to the other people in the room:

"Get on your horse and get ready to go."

(End of chapter)