An airplane passed by here from the sky, and there was no sound on the ground, and only the flickering red dots gradually faded away.

The moon quietly broke out from the dark clouds, and some stars could be seen glowing in the gaps. If it weren't for being covered by clouds, it would be a wonderful early summer starry sky.

In the bullpen, the calves lie on the side of the hay and sleep with some eyes open, but in fact they are already asleep.

The cowboys' residence next to him, and the subtle voices of several people in the night alarmed the Piquette Horse. It raised its head and sniffed for a few breaths, but found nothing to fall asleep again.

As the morning arrived, the cowboys took their lunch boxes and went to the cafeteria not far away to get breakfast.

This is a unique benefit of the snow-capped mountain ranch. For those cowboys, getting up to cook every morning is more painful than driving away cattle and sheep.

Not every cowboy has a hard-working wife helping with her. Most of them live in separate places to do their own jobs. The cowboys are very well paid and are happy to do such things. Moreover, their family is basically near Augusta Town, and they can see each other several times a week if they take time.

The generous rancher opened this small canteen two years ago. In addition to allowing them to have a comfortable breakfast, he also found some things for the women who stayed in the ranch. Anyway, it didn't cost much, so Han Qianshan was happy to do such things.

"Please help me get four breakfasts today, is that OK?"

Anderson rubbed his hands in front of the window, posing with a smile and said to Aunt Kelly.

Aunt Kelly asked him in a teasing way: "Really? To be honest, you brought the woman back last night, right?"

"No, no, no, I got it for my friends I just met, just those who came to travel." Anderson couldn't bear Aunt Kelly's ambiguous eyes and quickly denied.

"I'll cook a lot of food today, I can give it to you. But you have to know how difficult it is for us to get up early every day, so we can't do this in the future." Aunt Kelly said, helping him put breakfast in the lunch box, looking up and looking at the young man squinted: "Unless... the girl you brought back?"

"I knew that she must have seen it last time!"

Anderson took the lunch box and ran away, muttering constantly.

"What did Kelly see?" Old John heard his words at the door: "Did you say Ms. Cheryl the bank a few days ago?"

"Huh?" "My wife didn't see it, I told her tonight." Old John sat on the doorstep and bit a big bite of it.

"Oh God! Now the whole ranch knows, right?"

"I just saw her telling the boss in the morning."

"Damn Old John, I won't let you go. Wait and see, I will definitely beat you up!"

Seeing Anderson's blushing face and jumping up in anger, Old John laughed: "Let's talk about it when you get it done, Ms. Cheryl. Come on, boy, I'll be optimistic about you!"

When people heard this, they knew everything they didn't know. After teasing everyone, they had no choice but to escape to the wooden house in the north, walked up the steps and knocked on the door: "My man, I'm here to bring you breakfast."

After not receiving a response for a while, Anderson said again: "Are you here? It's time to go to bed, are you still going to bed? I'll come in first?"

The door was not locked and opened with a slight push.

It seems that someone slept on the floor last night, the mattress was scattered on the ground, and the dirty clothes were thrown in the corner of the wall at will.

I turned around and looked around. Several hiking bags and tents with canvas were gone.

Anderson seemed to realize something, put the lunch box in his hand on the table and walked out of the room, and asked the middle-aged man in front of the next room, "Atwood, have you seen Clay and Jason leave?"

"That's the people who came to stay yesterday? No, I was reading this at half past six and didn't see them leaving." Atwood raised the book in his hand and turned to the side and said.

"Growth of the American Republic? What do you think of this?"

"I'm going to take the college entrance exam. Even if I can't go to Billings like you, there's still hope for community college." "Atwood, I've studied it and it's not that my salary is not as high as you, and you're in your thirties, right?"

"It's different, I'm just pursuing a better self."

Anderson looked at him quietly for a long time and said, "I didn't see that you actually have the soul of a poet. I'll ask others, goodbye sir."

Atwood shouted proudly to the young man’s back: “Of course, these are all what I learned in the book. Come and teach me if I have time!”

Anderson shrugged speechlessly and walked around for a long time. No one saw them leaving. So he returned to the house, wanting to see if they left or not.

The old man came over behind him, looked here and turned his head to ask the young people: "Did they say something yesterday?"

"No, I just talked about some ordinary things."

"Maybe something happened and left at night. Anderson, please stay with me and restore the house to its original state. They are so rude." Old Patton finished speaking, pinched the aluminum beer bottles on the table, making a harsh sound, and threw them into the door.

Anderson nodded, went out to get a broom from the corridor, and entered the room to clean it up.

After packing up the living room, the old cowboy looked at the mattress on the floor, bent down and picked it up and shook it. At this time, something fell down and hit the wooden board, making a sound. Patton looked down and saw that the circular object had rolled under the sofa.

He squatted down and lay on the ground and looked into the gap. After a while, he stood up and walked towards the room, and said to Anderson: "Man, we may be in some trouble."

...

Han Xuan sat at the table, without the intention to play with Fat Ding, held it in his arms and prevented it from moving, and looked at the bullet in his father's hand.

"Barton, is this the ones who left yesterday?" Han's father turned his fingers and said to the old cowboy.

"Yes, boss, I found it when I cleaned up the room. Maybe it wasn't seen in the quilt."

Han Qianshan frowned and stopped talking, erected the bullet on the table, and asked several people in confusion: "Didn't they say they were going to explore, why do they do with this M855 bullet? If I remember correctly, it should be a 5.56mm caliber rifle, right?"

Patton's face was not very good-looking, and after thinking about it, he said to them: "It is used on the M249 machine gun and M16. I saw it when I was young. It is unlikely that a machine gun like M249 is obtained. The rest should be the M16."

"This kind of gun was banned from being sold by the government in 1963, so the boss... I think they got it from smugglers, and it is too lethal." Old John continued.

Han’s father picked up the kettle on the table, poured some water into the cup, took a few sips and said, “Call the police station first. Although I don’t know what they are going to do, it is definitely not for collection!”

Several people at the table looked at him in a daze, and the corners of the boy's mouth twitched, deeply infected by his father's cold joke.

In the center of Augusta town, a two-story building is erected on the street, with USPP written on the dilapidated door sign.

This is the office building of the United States Park Police Department and Montana branch. As the oldest police department in the federal government, it is actually very leisurely here.

It has been a year since the young police officer Charles graduated from the academy. After coming to Augusta, he only went out once, but he actually went to deal with the problem of tourists littering.

They usually only need to protect ancient buildings such as monuments or deal with some National Park Service affairs, and Charles feels that his whole life is terrible.

There are four employees in the two-story office building, one of whom takes long-term paid leave, sits in the office drinking tea and reading newspapers every day, and you can earn more than ten dollars by selling waste paper at the end of the month.

Today I came to work as usual, took off my police cap and threw it to the side, and walked to the lounge while dozing, wanting to make a cup of coffee to refresh myself, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep in the afternoon.

At this time, the phone rang not far away. Charles calmed down and looked over. It was the red one ringing: "Hi guys! I have something to do!"

"Really? Great, thank God!"

An old policeman stood up in the distance and put his uniform on the white vest: "It's not our internal phone call, right? The black one."

Charles looked at it again, nodded seriously and said, "It's the red one, I'm not wrong."
Chapter completed!