"So, you mean someone took the M16 to Flathead National Forest Park, right?"

The person speaking was Detective Grover. The detective looked about forty years old and had a very obvious weight. His light gray uniform was tightly tied to his body, and his big belly was bulging forward, which was about the same size as a woman who was pregnant for ten months.

Several people were sitting under the eaves at the door, with a small table in the middle and a few cups of coffee on it, and it was steaming at this time.

Charles held the notebook and kept keeping memorizing something on it. He raised his head to talk, but suddenly saw a super small donkey walking by in the corridor. He was slightly stunned and reacted and turned his head and said, "Mr. Han, why didn't you call the police at that time?"

Han's father looked at Charles, and from this sentence, he seemed to hear that he was a fledgling policeman. He chuckled softly: "This is an employee of my ranch. I found out when I cleaned the room at around 7 o'clock. I will call you immediately after I heard the news."

After saying that, Charles took out the bullet and immediately looked in his bag. It took him a while to take out a bag of evidence.

He put it in with tweezers and asked, "How many people have come into contact with this bullet? We need to record fingerprints."

Grover, who covered his mouth with his hands and coughed a few times, tilted his head to the young policeman's ear, and whispered: "Charles, we are not cracking down on robbery and murder. This is just a routine inquiry, do you understand?"

Charles was stunned, his face turned red, and he said to Han Qianshan: "Sorry, I have no experience with these, but when I was in the college, the instructor said these things, please continue."

"It's okay, is there anything else to ask?"

Grover took a sip of coffee, showed a look of enjoyment on his face, put the cup under his nose, and smelled the fragrance and said: "They may be a group of poachers, and a lot of this happens every year."

"You know, we're a little tight now and we can't arrange too many rangers."

After taking a closer look at Han Qianshan's expression, he then asked: "Do you still remember their appearance? Or the name is OK."

The boy was sitting in the corridor and eavesdropping, and then turned around and said, "The two employees in our ranch may need to know more. I think you can ask them."

"He is my son."

When Han Qianshan saw him talking, he smiled and explained to the two policemen.

Charles nodded, and saw what the boy wrote on the notebook again, and asked distractedly: "Where are they now? Can you please take me to find them? We will tell the rangers of Flathead Park in details, and they will pay attention. Please give me a message."

"It's okay, it's just from the cowshed not far away, I'll take you there."

Han's father said to the police and looked back at his son: "Do you want to be together?"

In front of the cowboys' resting cabin, Anderson faced the police's inquiry, barely speaking.

Martinez next to him couldn't bear to see it anymore, and he wanted to speak but stopped him, and finally pulled Anderson over.

He ran to them himself and quickly spit out a big sentence: "The man with a golden hair called..."

After more than ten minutes, Charles shook his hand holding the pen and asked curiously: "Mr. Martinez, have you known them before?"

"I don't know you."

"Then how do you know so much?"

"I learned about this by listening to them next to Anderson."

Seeing that Charles had to ask something, the old policeman covered his head and hurriedly stopped him: "Okay, OK, it's detailed enough, let's go back first."

"Mr. Han, I will notify you of any news. Thank you for your cooperation."

After saying that, he took Charles' hand and walked towards the parking direction.

Martinez seemed to have not yet said enough, and waved to the young policeman with his lips smacked his mouth, and Anderson was stunned when he spoke, and had not yet come back to his senses.

...

More than ten days have passed, and it is a sunny morning.

The lavender has completely bloomed, and it is a little dazzling in purple.

In front of you is a flat grassland, and farther away are small hills with high and low heights, which are green no matter where they are.

After a period of cultivation, the grass in Augsg originally grew very vigorously.

The newly joined employees still live in their original places. The Snow Mountain Ranch is too big now and requires two camps to manage it.

Some time ago, I entrusted Albert to buy calfs and had completed the work of buying calves. One thousand three hundred Angus cows and more than two thousand seven hundred Limuzan cows. Now they all live here, adding a lot of vitality to the Snow Mountain Ranch.

The two hundred and twenty horses and cows I bought from Masao Takeda have not been delivered yet.

He heard that he seemed to have some trouble, but the contract said that if he didn't deliver it for two months, he would have to compensate a large amount of liquidated damages, so the Japanese would not be able to handle it with all his heart.

Albert also received a reward of $400,000, and what made the British businessman suffer and happy was that the Snow Mountain Ranch needed another 12,000 calves.

At that time, due to insufficient money, Han Qianshan considered buying 4,000 heads. Now that JP Morgan Bank’s loan has been in place, we can’t leave the forage empty.

Grandpa Han Xuan called a few days ago and said that there was not enough supply of high-end vegetables and wanted the ranch to provide some. So Jansen had just designed the cowsheds, and now he is busy planning the 3,000-acre vegetable garden in the ranch.

The whole ranch was full of heat, and only the rancher Han Qianshan had a headache. The 26 million US dollars he received from the loan at that time have been spent now.

Fat Ding grew up day by day, becoming more and more lively and round. At this time, he was being held in his arms by a boy and riding McDull around.

Yes, the mini donkey finally surrendered under the tyranny of its owner. Fortunately, it grew strong and honest. To be honest, it was actually fat, so it was not a problem to take care of a child.

Old Patton rode past it on Quat horse. Han Xuan looked up at the old cowboy, his face full of aggrievedness, grabbed McDull's ear and made it turn around, avoiding the disappointed man and horse.

Fat Ding also became interested. Maybe he felt accomplished when riding on his friends. His big tail swept around, and his pink little mouth kept making light meows.

Seeing his father coming, Han Xuan patted McDull's big head, letting it stop, jumped off the donkey's back and threw his eyes at him.

"Let's go, son, go out with me. Your mother is not at home, so I don't feel at ease to leave you alone." Han Qianshan picked up the boy and said softly.

"Where to go, dad."

"Didn't there be a few poachers some time ago? A forest ranger discovered something and asked me to go over and take a look."

"What's up?"

"…you guess."

Flathead National Forest Park, covering an area of ​​24,000 acres, is only a few kilometers away from the Snow Mountain Ranch.

In fact, some of the parks are now in the pastures. From a legal perspective, it belongs to Han Xuan and his family, but they have no right to break the rings.

Crossing through the vast forest park is the second largest county in Montana, Flathead County.

The legend of the water monster in the lake next to it has never stopped since the end of the 19th century. The clear waters and legendary stories attract a large number of tourists every year.

There is a road leading to it to the south of the Snow Mountain Ranch. The father and son got into a Hummer, took the two young cowboys, and set out through the lavender trail.

After driving west for more than twenty minutes, the boy suddenly saw a bridge with a flock of elk passing through, and pointed at it in surprise with his mouth open.

Anderson saw his gesture and explained: "This is specially built for them, called Wildlife Crossing Road, otherwise there will be too many cars and they will be killed."

The boy looked at the bridge in front of him silently, not knowing what to say, and suddenly felt a little moved.

When they arrived at the rest stop, Charles and Grover police were already waiting here.

Surrounded by vast forests and continuous mountains, a small path bent to the north next to the rest station.

The vehicle could not enter such a path, so it could only walk forward. Han Xuan was too young and was carried by his father and Martinez in turn and walked deeper.

The population is becoming increasingly sparse, with clouds pouring over the valleys and forests, surrounded by snow-capped mountains, and the scenery is very beautiful.

On the edge of the small lake, an adult male elk raised his head and looked at the group.

Perhaps because he was used to seeing humans, it did not leave, but stared at Han Xuan for a long time before turning around and leaving.

This is a paradise for wild animals, in addition to elk, there are moose and grizzly bears. In the deep jungle, ferocious animals such as gray wolves and jaguars also live in them.

Detective Grover was very familiar with this place, and he could know all kinds of paths. After walking for about an hour, everyone was a little tired.

Han Xuan was very energetic and came down to trot. When he didn't pay attention, he suddenly bumped into something in his head.

He also hit the thing very hard, and was flapping its wings on the ground, and its yellow and blue feathers were very beautiful.

The boy hurriedly helped it up. The big parrot was not afraid of people. When he saw the boy walking away, he followed him. His huge body was on the ground, twisting his feet, and his big eyes were very clever.

"Boy, it's a BBQ, a yellow-blue macaw released by someone." Grover said to Han Xuan with a smile.

"I saw it for the first time here four years ago, and there were more than a dozen of its companions nearby. Although the macaws are in the tropical region, they live well here and their number is expanding. Unfortunately, some of their wild species have become extinct."

Grover leaned down and touched the head of the Yellow and Blue Macaw.

The big bird named BBQ was very obedient and slapped his hand affectionately, and continued to follow the boy happily until Xiao Hanxuan picked it up and stopped.

BBQ screamed twice happily, flapped his wings and flew over his head, standing there and refused to come down.

"It likes you very much, Han." The old detective had a taste of eating and patted his head and continued on the road.

Han Xuan was so amused that he could only keep his head still and follow his father and the others.

The sun is hanging above my head, and white clouds and snow-capped mountains are printed in the blue sky.

The shadows of the boy and the bird merged, as if someone was wearing a hat.

“BBQ!”
Chapter completed!