A plane passed by high in the sky, and there was no sound on the ground, only the flickering red dots fading away.

The moon crept out of the dark clouds, and some stars could be seen shining through the gaps, and if it weren't for the clouds, it would have been a wonderful early summer starry sky.

In the barn, the calves sleep on their sides on the hay, some with their eyes open, when in fact they are asleep.

Nearby, where the cowboys lived, the small sounds of a few people in the night alarmed a quart horse, who raised his head and snorted a few times, and then fell asleep again without noticing anything.

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

This is a unique benefit of the snowy mountain ranch, and for those cowboys, getting up every morning to cook is more painful than driving cattle and sheep.

Not every cowboy has a hard-working wife to help with it, most of them live separately and do their jobs, and cowboys are happy to do such things because they are well paid. And their families are basically in the vicinity of Augusta Town, and they can see each other several times a week.

The generous rancher opened this small canteen two years ago, in addition to allowing them to eat a comfortable breakfast, but also to find something for the women who stayed on the ranch to do, anyway, it didn't cost much, Han Qianshan was happy to do such a thing.

"Can you please help me get four breakfasts today?"

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

Aunt Kelly asked him with a smile, "Really, to be honest, you brought the woman back last night, right?" ”

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

"There's more food to cook today, I can give it to you. But you have to know how difficult it is for us to get up early every day, and we can't do that in the future. Aunt Kelly said, helping him fill the lunch box with breakfast, looking up at the young man and narrowing her eyes: "Unless... You're bringing back a girl?"

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

Anderson took the lunch box and fled, muttering incessantly.

"What did Kelly see?" Old John heard him at the door, "Do you mean that Cheryl lady at the bank the other day?"

"Huh?" "My wife didn't see it, I told her at night." Old John sat down on the doorstep and took a big bite of the paste.

"Oh God, now the whole ranch knows, right?"

"Just saw her in the morning and told the boss. ”

"Damn old John, I won't let you go, wait and see, I'll definitely beat your ass to bloom!"

Seeing Anderson's red face and jumping angrily, Old John laughed: "Let's wait until you get rid of Ms. Cheryl, come on boy, I'm optimistic about you!"

When the people heard this, they all knew what they didn't know, and they fled to the wooden house to the north under the teasing of everyone, and went up the steps and knocked on the door: "Man, I'm here to bring you breakfast." ”

After a long time of no response, Anderson said, "Are you there? What time are you still sleeping, am I coming in first?"

The door was unlocked, and it opened with a slight push.

It seems that someone slept on the floor last night, the mattress was scattered on the floor, and the dirty clothes were scattered in the corner.

Turning his head to look around, several tents with hiking bags and canvases 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, did you see Clay and Jason leaving?"

"No, I've been watching this at half past six, and I haven't seen them leave. Atwood raised the book in his hand and turned to the side.

"The Growth of the American Republic? What are you looking at this? ”

"Even if you can't get into Billings like you, there's still hope for community college. "Atwood, I read it's not as well paid as you, and you're in your thirties, aren't you? ”

"It's different, I'm just looking for a better version of myself. ”

Anderson looked at him quietly for a long time, and then said, "I don't see it, you still have the soul of a poet, I'll ask the others, goodbye sir." ”

Atwood shouted triumphantly to the young man's back, "Of course, I learned all this in the book, come and teach me when you have time!"

Anderson shrugged his shoulders speechlessly, and walked around the neighborhood for a long time, but no one saw them leave, so he returned to the house, trying to see if they had left a farewell letter.

The old man in the back also walked over, looked at this place and turned to the young man and asked, "Did they say anything yesterday?"

"No, we just talked about ordinary things. ”

"It could have been something that happened and left in the night. Anderson, you stay with me and restore the house to its original state, they're so rude. With that, Old Barton flattened the aluminum beer bottles on the table, made a screech, and threw them towards the door.

Anderson nodded, went out to get a broom from the hallway, and went into the room to clean up.

The old cowboy looked at the mattress on the floor after tidying up the living room, bent down to pick it up and shook it, when something fell and made a noise on the board, and Barton looked down to see that the round object had rolled under the sofa.

Squatted down with difficulty, lay on the ground and looked into the gap, and after a few moments he got up and walked to the room, and said to Anderson, "Man, we might be in some trouble." ”

……

Han Xuan sat at the table, didn't have the heart to play with Fat Ding, held it in his arms and didn't let it move, and looked at the bullet in his father's hand.

"Barton, is this what those people left yesterday?" said Father Han as he turned his finger to the old cowboy.

"Yes, boss, I found it when I was cleaning up the room just now, maybe I didn't see it under the quilt. ”

Han Qianshan frowned and stopped talking, put the bullet on the table, and asked a few people suspiciously: "Didn't they say that they were going on an expedition, what are they doing with this M855 bullet, if I remember correctly, this should be a 5.56 mm caliber rifle, right?"

Patton's face was not very good-looking, he thought about it and said to them: "It is used on the M249 machine gun and the M16 gun, I saw it when I was young, the M249 machine gun is unlikely to get, and the rest should be the M16." ”

"This gun was banned from sale by the government in '63, so the boss... I think they got it from the smugglers, and it's too lethal. Old John continued.

Father Han picked up the kettle on the table, poured some water into the cup, drank two sips and looked up and said, "Call the police first, although I don't know what they are going to do, but it is definitely not for collection!"

Several people at the table looked at him stunned, and the corners of the boy's mouth twitched, deeply infected by his father's cold jokes.

In the center of Augusta Town, a small two-story building is erected on the side of the street, with a dilapidated door sign that reads USPP.

This is the office building of the U.S. Park Police Department, the Montana Division, the oldest police department in the United States, and it's actually very quiet.

It has been a year since the young police officer Charles graduated from the academy and has only been a police officer once since he arrived at Augusta, and he is still dealing with the problem of tourists littering.

They usually only need to protect old buildings like monuments, or take care of some National Park Service things, and Charles feels like his whole life is terrible.

There are four employees in the two-story office building, one of whom is on long-term paid leave, sitting in the office every day drinking tea and reading the newspaper, and at the end of the month, he can earn more than a dozen dollars just by selling waste paper.

I rushed to work today as usual, took off my police hat on my head, threw it to the side, and dozed off to the lounge, 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 was quiet, and when he looked over, it was actually the red one ringing: "Hey guys!

"Really? Great, thank God!"

In the distance, an old policeman stood up and put his uniform on a white vest: "It can't be our internal phone, right? ”

Charles looked at it again, nodded seriously, and said, "It's the red one ringing, I'm not mistaken." ”

"What's the reason for that, go pick it up Charles, don't let it run!!"