At the entrance of the shop in Augusta Town, a free Christmas tree cut from the mountains is still placed beside the wall.

Most stores are already open.

Life is not stressful, and the residents here are Christmas every day, and they are usually quite leisurely and do not need extra relaxation.

The wealth of the city people also means losing something. In a small town like Augusta, holidays are just a reason to give them a holiday, go out to hunt, fish, and sleep in at home.

The older generation thinks that the clothes sold on the market are not as warm as animal skins. They learn from the wisdom of their ancestors, wear clothes made of beaver, deer skin, etc., and lie under the wind-shading eaves to bask in the sun.

The cold wave that arrived early this year froze to death many animals that had not had time to prepare for winter.

The number of hunting permits issued has been much lower than in previous years. Hunting is not allowed to be directly prohibited for the most severely affected animals such as elk and moose.

Because Canada, which is north, is colder than here, a large group of British Columbian wolves who have gone south to spend the winter.

This makes life even harder for herbivores in the already difficult Flathead National Forest Park.

Other animals cannot escape the encirclement of this wolf in the snow.

Even if you don't eat it, you will be killed and enjoyed by British Columbian wolfmen, including young animals such as brown bears and jaguars.

So after investigating the number of wolves, the Park Service increased the number of British Columbian wolf hunting this year to two hundred.

Every time one is hunted, there will be a reward of one hundred dollars, which attracts many hunters to go into the mountains to hunt wolves.

When Han Xuan arrived in Augusta Town, he clearly noticed the atmosphere here, which was more depressing than before.

While people welcomed him, their faces could not help but feel sad.

Confused, Jason stopped the car and opened the door. Han Xuan asked a young cowboy who had met several times on the roadside and asked, "What happened in the town?"

Everyone is not very happy.”

"You're back, little boss.

Maybe you haven't heard that Uncle Knerhan and his son Rick were bitten to death by a wolf.

Yesterday they went into the mountains to hunt and did not come back overnight.

In the morning, Mr. Fritz, the mayor of the new town, took us more than 300 people to search in the park, and found their bodies almost two kilometers away from the forest."

Han Xuan was extremely shocked!

Mr. Knahan, the old sheriff of Augusta Town, has been respected by the residents for more than 30 years in office.

He is 59 years old and will hand over the position of sheriff to his eldest son Rick when he retires next year. Unexpectedly, such bad news will occur!

Suddenly remembering something, Han Xuan turned his attention to Old Patton who had just gotten out of the black Hummer.

Knerhan is his best friend of his life.

The two have been neighbors since childhood, grew up together, and their relationship has been maintained for more than 50 years...

Old Patton went to Billings to pick up Han Xuan overnight, and he still didn't know the news of his friend's death.

He laughed and patted the cowboy on the shoulder and asked him, "Elmander, is it a good Christmas?"

Didn’t you mean you were going to take your family on vacation? You haven’t left yet?

Hey! Why do you look at me with this kind of look? I didn’t deduct your salary…”

Seeing the unusual gaze of the people around him, Old Patton's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke.

I knew something might have happened, so I took off my mask, vomited white breath while talking, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You are mentally prepared first, Patton."

Old Patton's face turned red suddenly, "What? I'm fine, tell me, Han!"

Han Xuan said in a sad tone, and took off the hat on his head, "State Knahan has passed away."

Old Patton stood there and almost fell down.

The cowboy named Elmander hurriedly held his arm and let him sit on the ground.

The old cowboy leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.

Tears instantly poured out. At this age, he had already taken life and death lightly, but could not suppress the sadness at this moment.

Patton bit his lip, raised his hand to cover his eyes, tears dripping down his chin.

As a strong western man, his pride did not allow him to cry too ugly, and said tremblingly: "No...

I had a drink with him two days ago. He planned to retire and go to the Super Bowl. How could he die?"

"He went out hunting with Rick yesterday and was killed by a wolf."

When Han Xuan heard Elmand's words, he was afraid that Old Patton would be excited and would have something to do, so he hurriedly pulled him and prevented Elmand from continuing to say.

At least he should wait for him to recover first.

The way to die by a wolf is so cruel.

A few years ago, I encountered such a thing in the town not far away. The man's body was even vomited and he was shocked on the spot.

Old Patton cried even harder, and his mind didn't react for a while.

The sound suddenly stopped, and he lowered his arms and revealed his extremely frightened eyes: "What about Rick?

How is Rick?!"

“…”

No one answered him, all lowered their heads and didn't say anything.

Old Patton understood something and was unable to fall on the street.

There was a circle of people around, silent and without making any sound.

Montana's harsh environment has led to fierce predators. Due to the weather and wild beasts, many people die unexpectedly every year.

Before everyone who goes to hunting enters the mountain, they will be prepared to face death. In the past, the firearms are filled at a slow speed, and there are only so many tragedies.

In recent years, as the shooting range and power increase, this kind of thing rarely happens.

After a long time, Old Patton looked at the blue sky and struggled to get up. His voice was hoarse and he said to himself: "I don't believe that how could a hunter as good as Knahan be bitten to death by those damn wolf?

His bullets have never been wasted, not to mention that Rick, who is as good as his father, is helping him!"

In the past, the old town was too old and resigned in early December.

Fritz, who was just elected by residents of Augusta town, just turned fifty this year and served as mayor.

After receiving the news, he rushed over and heard Old Patton's words and comforted him: "I have seen the scene, and there are at least twenty British Columbian wolf footprints.

It was a big wolf pack, and eight of them killed…”

“Even if that’s the case, Rick can climb trees!

He has been very good at climbing trees since he was a child!

Knahan is old and may die, but he must have a way to save his son!

Even if he himself will die, he will definitely save Rick!"

Old Patton's voice became even hoarse, and his anger came. If you want to say that the person who knows Sheriff Knahan's best, it must be him.

Han Xuanneng saw the blood-tight eyes of the old denim, and was no longer as approachable as before.

I was very worried about his health. In this situation, but I didn’t plan to persuade him, it was useless.

When chatting with Patton a few years ago, he said that on the day Rick was born, Sheriff Knerhan wanted him to be Rick's godfather.

But Old Patton thought he was not in a position enough, so he refused.

To Old Patton, Rick is like a son.

Wipe away the tears, squeeze the crowd away and walk forward.

His legs were weak and he fell down. Because his clothes were thick, nothing happened. He then stood up and continued to walk.

Han Xuan chased after him and grabbed him, "What are you doing? Patton?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine.

Someone must have harmed them. I want to go and see the body and find out the matter!

You go home first, Kelly has prepared lunch for you.

Take Anya home first, it’s cold outside.”

Old Patton forced a smile

Han Xuan looked at Patton's back. In fact, he thought in his heart that the sheriff and his son were targeted by a wolf pack and were too far from the forest border to escape, which led to their death.

But it cannot destroy the old man's psychological support. He sighed and took out the phone.

Call Mr. Edgar, senior agent of the FBI Montana branch in memory.

When Christina was kidnapped, she had contact with him.

After getting in touch and identifying his identity, Han Xuan said, "Mr. Edgar, please help me arrange for several agents from the Crime Scene Investigation Department to come.

A death case occurred near my house and was attacked by animals. I want to investigate clearly..." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!