Trains are the fastest and most tireless means of transportation in this era.

As long as there are rails laid under its steel wheels, even if the destination is the end of the world, even if it requires crossing mountains and rivers along the way, it can still transport its passengers to their destination in the most modern way and at the most modern speed of this era.

land.

For the United States, the continuous extension of railways and the continuous maturity and advancement of train technology have promoted the exploration and utilization of the vast undeveloped areas of this country by Americans who were once guests but are now hosts and predators, and promoted civilization.

progress and development.

For ordinary people living in this land, the most intuitive convenience brought by the emergence and development of trains is that places that may have taken a long way to reach in the past can now be reached with less money and time.

You can arrive successfully.

Take, for example, the journey from New Hanover to West Elizabeth, or, to be precise, from Valentine to Strawberry. Using the traditional method, even the fastest stagecoach would have taken two days and would have to

If you travel day and night, it will be even slower if you are riding a horse. If you ride the Kentucky Riding Horse, the most commonly used riding horse in the five major states, and travel day and night, it will take at least four days to complete this distance.

This kind of horse will take longer than inferior horses.

And if you take the train, although there is no train in Strawberry Town, if you take the train, get off at Riggs Station, which is closest to Strawberry Town, and then transfer to a stagecoach or ride a horse, it will only take more than a day at most.

You can reach your destination without refueling the train. This may be the convenience of life brought by a civilized society.

And compared to traditional horses and carriages, trains are safer, because ordinary thieves simply don’t dare to get involved with these huge beasts running fast along the railway tracks. In the wild, as long as a person knows how to shoot, even if he only has one

An old revolver that lacks calibration and maintenance can be transformed into a vicious track-cutting robber.

In the early morning, a steam train with a gorgeous interior was traveling at high speed along the railway loop connecting the four states of New Hanover, West Elizabeth, Ambarino and Lemoyne.

There were many passengers sitting in the carriage. They were of different ages and identities. The only thing in common was that they either left their hometowns or returned from a long journey.

The steward, whose beard has turned gray and is about to enter old age, is walking in the aisles of the carriage, checking the tickets of each passenger. He has repeated this kind of work for decades. He believes that in the next three to five years,

Years later, he would still repeat this monotonous job.

When he walked up to a young cowboy who was holding the latest issue of the "New Hanover Gazette" and reading attentively, he saw that the cowboy did not take out the ticket, so he reminded him: "Sir, ticket."

The young cowboy raised his head, took out a narrow ticket from the pocket of his black trousers, handed it to the conductor, and asked: "Excuse me, how long until we get to Riggs Station?"

"After the train crosses the Bad Crossing Bridge, it will arrive in four or five minutes," the conductor replied.

The cowboy nodded and prepared to continue reading the newspaper.

At this time, a middle-aged man's slightly harsh mocking voice came from opposite him: "Is this your first time taking this train? Young man?"

The cowboy raised his head and saw a middle-aged man in an old suit sitting directly opposite him looking at him with a smile, and replied: "Yes, sir, do you have any advice?"

"That's my guess," the middle-aged man said, smiling. "This train will indeed pass through Riggs Station, but it won't stop there because this train is an express interstate train.

It won’t stop at small stations like that, it will only stop at train stations in towns or near towns, which is one of the reasons why it is so fast. Even if it has to stop, it will only stop at Annesburg.”

At this point, the middle-aged man came closer and said, "However, you don't have to worry about anything. It happens that you get on the wrong train. You can just change trains when the time comes. Anyway, it's faster than riding a horse or a stagecoach."

.I often take the train to get around for business, and listen to me, next time if you want to get off at Riggs Station, you have to take another train that is older and has fewer carriages. That train only needs to be one station

, as long as that platform is not abandoned, it will stop."

The young cowboy looked at the middle-aged man for a while, then looked up at a thick rope hanging from the top of the carriage ceiling, smiled, and said, "This car will stop at Riggs Station." After that,

Then he went to read the newspaper.

The middle-aged man wanted to say something else. Suddenly, he noticed the gun belt around the young cowboy's waist and the handle of the revolver. He suddenly realized that it was better for him to remain silent, so he lowered his head and paid attention.

Focus on the thick book that I have been reading before.

The train roared, its wheels turned rapidly, and with billowing black-gray steam overhead, it drove onto the Budd Crossing Bridge across the Dakota River.

The train's whistle, thick smoke and the sound of wheels like galloping horses scared away all kinds of birds that were still lingering near the railway tracks and beside the railings. Even the white-tailed deer drinking water on the river bank under the bridge fled in all directions.

However, they will be back soon, because it only takes two or three minutes for the train to cross the bridge.

When the rear of the train just left the bridge, the young cowboy stood up from his seat. His already tall figure seemed even taller in the relatively low train carriage.

He raised his hand and grasped the thick rope hanging from the top of the carriage, pulled hard, and then the alarm bell rang loudly.

The alarm bell rang, and the entire train was almost thrown into chaos because of the noise.

When the train driver heard the bell, he immediately applied the brakes, hoping to stop the train at full speed in the shortest possible time.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The sudden emergency braking also panicked the passengers on the train. The flight attendant controlled his body not to be thrown to the ground by the powerful inertia of the train while raising his head.

He soothed the passengers and tried to tell everyone to sit still and not to panic.

The train stopped steadily at Riggs Station, and passengers poked their heads out of the windows, trying to figure out what was going on.

The conductor with a gray beard jumped out of the train and shouted angrily to the front of the train: "What happened? Why did you need to make an emergency stop all of a sudden?"

"I heard the alarm bell, and now I want to ask you what happened," the train driver shouted, "didn't you pull the alarm bell?"

"I haven't even touched that rope," the flight attendant said with some confusion, "Who pulled the alarm bell?"

Just as he was asking this question, the door of the carriage transporting livestock and horses on the train was opened, revealing a young cowboy wearing a black gambler's hat, a blue jacket, black trousers and cowboy boots with silver spurs.

Leading a tall and elegant black horse, he slowly walked out of the carriage and went down to the platform.

The flight attendant immediately recognized that it was the passenger who had asked him when he would arrive at Riggs Station. He immediately ran to the young cowboy's side and said, "Sir, you can't get off the bus this way. It's against the rules. Even

meeting……"

At this point, the young cowboy turned around, and the flight attendant saw the revolver on the cowboy's waist. His originally angry expression immediately turned into a layer of panic. After all, in this world, people who carry guns with them generally don't.

So annoying.

"What even?" asked the young cowboy, "What do you want to say Mr. Flight Attendant?"

"Well, what I want to say is that if you really need it, we will consider adding a stop here in the future." The flight attendant changed his tone almost immediately. Although he has lived for a long time, he has not lived long enough.

The cowboy looked at the steward for a while and said, "It's okay, I'm already at the station, thank you." After that, he led the horse and left the platform.

When the conductor saw the young cowboy walking away, he immediately climbed onto the train as if running away and shouted to the front of the car: "It's okay now, drive! Drive quickly!"

When the train driver heard this, he didn't care about anything else and immediately started operating to keep the train moving.

A man and a horse walked slowly on the road hidden by the woods. After a while, they came to a three-way intersection.

The young cowboy looked at the roads in front of him that pointed in two different directions. He clicked his tongue in disgust and took out a map folded into small squares from his trouser pocket. After unfolding it, he began to carefully study the next step.

"The question now is whether to go to Strawberry Town to settle down first, or to go to the direction of Camp Riggs to investigate the scene," the cowboy said to himself, while raising his head to observe the current sun, "Well, it's still early, even if

After going to Riggs Camp for some reconnaissance, we can reach Strawberry Town before dark. Anyway, let’s go to the site to survey first. However, I can predict that the site will have been damaged to the point of being unsightly.

, However, even if we can find a remaining wheel axle, it would be good."

After figuring out where to go next, the cowboy folded the map as it was and put it into his pocket, climbed on the horse's back, clamped his feet under the horse's belly, and the divine black horse neighed and ran towards the Riggs Camp like a whirlwind.

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The young cowboy who forced the train to stop with the help of the train's alarm bell was none other than Brandi, who set off from Valentine yesterday afternoon.

Considering the long distance, in order to gain time and carry out the investigation as early as possible, he chose the train, the most modern means of transportation. However, it was indeed an oversight. He just bought it directly for the sake of speed, ignoring the type of train itself.

An express train ticket.

However, fortunately, he came to a quick wit and remembered that he seemed to have seen in an old movie in his previous life the operation of forcibly getting off the train by ringing the alarm bell, so he immediately followed the same method, and it worked. However, this method, if possible, Brandi did not want to

Use it a second time.

Camp Riggs is an abandoned military camp located in the northern part of the upper reaches of the Montana River. Before it was abandoned, it was an Indian concentration camp. Tens of thousands of Indians were tortured here decades ago.

Despite the torture, thousands of Americans who were greedy for government rewards stained their hands with blood.

There are different opinions as to why it was abandoned. Some say it was because of the division of Indian reservations and changes in Indian policies; some said it was because of the brutal revenge of those bloodthirsty Indian savages; and more people said

Said it was just a fire caused by a mistake.

It is said that to this day, when people living in Strawberry Town, less than 5 miles away from these ruins, have become a nationally famous tourist town, if you stay alone at night in the ruins where intact house structures still remain,

You can still faintly hear the screams of the Indians who once suffered inhuman torture here, crying for help, which is chilling.

However, not many people believe this mysterious statement, especially those desperadoes who kill many people. Some of them have even scalped Indians with their own hands. At that time, the screams almost broke through the eardrums.

, no more shocking than the voices that those who believe in ghosts and gods hear under the psychological influence, not to mention the fear of those illusory things, so now, although this place has been abandoned for a long time, there is always something suspicious that makes it difficult to distinguish between good and evil.

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In Brandi's personal speculation, since the goods were robbed near Camp Riggs, there must be important clues in Camp Riggs. Assuming someone is hiding there, then this person will at least be a potential

Even if there are no witnesses, there is a high possibility that Riggs Camp was once occupied by robbers. Since it was once occupied, even if several days have passed, there is a high probability that enough traces will be left for tracking.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, now, he was standing on the land filled with messy debris at Riggs Camp. In front of him, the only house in this area that maintained its shape was

Under the eaves of a building, three homeless-looking cowboys stood in front of him, looking at him expressionlessly.

"So," Brandy's eyes were always locked on the three people's every move. After all, their gun belts and revolvers on their waists were real, "How much do you know about what I'm talking about?"

"Who the hell are you?" One of the homeless cowboys sneered and said in an unclean manner, "Why should we tell you what we saw that day?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, but I believe you must know the Indians on these pieces of paper." Brandi said, taking out three five-dollar bills from his pocket and displaying them casually among the three people.

before.

The eyes of the three people immediately widened. After all, for ordinary people living in this country, especially for poor cowboys like them who have no fixed place to live and no one to rely on, a one-dollar bill is considered a rare luxury.

, not to mention a brand new five dollar bill.
To be continued...